[Booba - GP/ English Translation]

[Intro: tag]
The Punisher
Chanchee

[Unique verse]
No Grammys, no invites, dead or alive on pirate ship
D.U.C, hash off the coast of Pointe-à-Pitre, hangin' out with a MILF
You have no history, no experience, you're too spoiled like only child
I'm heading to the pen, hash in the ass, fuck your Victoires de la Musique
Talking like conquistadors, of stored dope and fishscale
You got no balls, no brain for you it's dead: can't make head nor tail
She gave me a like, I defiled her, she loathed me, she searched
I nexted straight after, don't do the jnouné, I'ma knee you down
Sicario, seven carios, Kopp Antonio Banderas
I did not finished school but I finished "San Andreas" (San Andreas, San Andreas, San Andreas)

She asked: "You like my pair of earrings?" I said: "I don't like anything, I'm Parisian"
I'll go to Restos du Cœur when they'll have two Michelin stars
I don't respect newcomers nor old heads, I'm the ancestor
Savage like former East Germany, the road paved with traitors
I kill myself when I need to be reborn, I've multiplied the births
Now we're too many, only Fidel Castros
N***a I know you're frightened, I heard rumors
N***a I know you're frightened, not me saying it but the assault rifle
No warning of when I pull up, we don't turn on the blinker when overtaking
I only know "Yalla, full steam ahead" bruh, we don't act when in doubt
I work on a peace project right now, I'm in the thick of that
I first have to calculate the number of sons of bitches per capita
And now, if there's only sons of bitches, what do we do?
I'm scared to never get there mama, the figures are so immense
Victim of their history, pure product of my environment
There's only on ship where it's "one for all", no one win by fluttering around
"Fist of the North Star" generation, German sedan
Came in through the backdoor, knocked around, I stepped out of the front one