On a real nigga, I’m a real nigga When we bang, bye Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai I run around with them real niggas Got real sons, I need a real sitter When I leave niggas, they get real bitter I’mma run around with them real niggas Pop pills, now we

Ex-friends till the end Better off as lovers Best friends And not the other way around Racing through the city Windows down In the back of Yellow-checkered cars I wrote a goodbye note

Bang bang bye bye Les putas, le showbiz, le champagne, la folie Ici-bas, ça va trop vite, avant la muerte on profite J'ai le .44 dans les cartouches, bang bang bye bye Avant le début de la fin J'les aimais bien mais ils sont bizarres, ils jouent d'la