[Booba - Ma Définition/ English Translation]

[Verse 1]
We grow there a bit in a crooked line
Skate, BMX then fuck the RATP, all of this cadenced by rap music
My youth has the color of trains, RER C
During the trip I was dreaming of making it
Proud to be one of 'em
We cultivate our anti-cop or officer hate
So we become bosses of weapons handling
My people anihilated
Only temporary until the rebellion of Africa and the West indies
It's ninety two us
We're shorty, we want to con Paris, we know nothing us
And there's lotta stuff to take, and then you learn quickly with punches
Come back with your balls, your homies hit with theirs elbow
It's growing like an nettle among roses
And they're too many so I call my brothers brambles
It's a state of mind, bending only if the daisies I push
Receiving order neither from pigs nor teachers
Heinous, from our place comes the word venenous
Streets give advices, the judge often consoles you
Soft drug or it's the bug, streets raise and kill you
Let me fire so that I stun myself with hashish
Blow but I deny, here hyenas have badges
And I hope it ain't one of us that'll serve as a gnu
Lunacy, blood, melancholy, rap, red thread
Risks and songs: my definition
[Chorus]
I'm from the Hauts de Seine, obscene is my style, my behaviors
I'm unstable on the mike, and in the street I live any old how
I don't give a fuck except homies, family and cash
Need racks, need whisky, I need to eat, nah?
Play, taste my flow son, cause I don't need any sponsors
Rap, my crew and vice, that's how I get by
Famous for killing M.I.C. from here to NYC
Blood, risks and songs: my definition

[Verse 2]
My definition, I always want more
I ain't waitin' for theirs fucking wages
Or theirs fucking public transport
Unsubmissive, I'm foolishly hustling
Cause I wanna see this country in underwear
I wanted to know why Africa is in such poor state
From 1st grade to 10th grade they taught me about Mona Lisa and the Germans
Here the devil reel you in, run away from his rodeo
Sequester you in the hall with coke, piss on your aureola
Delabel, Sony ou Virgin
You see, my style don't need any security guard
10 grands and 10 grands, if this pig of Chirac was black
I'm dark, sleeping with one eye like a Scud missile
I ain't welcome, but here I am
Taking back what's mine, I'm here to eat and crap on this and that
Buried in the upheaval when there's no income
By dint of complaining, I don't wait for money no more, I go get it
Went off the rail too young, I cannot come back down again
And I try not to be in need from January to December
Or I'll make you orgasm or I'll hurt you, it's very simple
My definition with texts you gotta take with half a pinch of salt
[Chorus]
I'm from the Hauts de Seine, obscene is my style, my behaviors
I'm unstable on the mike, and in the street I live any old how
I don't give a fuck except homies, family and cash
Need racks, need whisky, I need to eat, nah?
Play, taste my flow son, cause I don't need any sponsors
Rap, my crew and vice, that's how I get by
Famous for killing M.I.C. from here to NYC
Blood, risks and songs: my definition
I'm from the Hauts de Seine, obscene is my style, my behaviors
I'm unstable on the mike, and in the street I live any old how
I don't give a fuck except homies, family and cash
Need racks, need whisky, I need to eat, nah?
Play, taste my flow son, cause I don't need any sponsors
Rap, my crew and vice, that's how I get by
Famous for killing M.I.C. from here to NYC
Blood, risks and songs: my definition