Ien-cli à la puce Ien-cli dans le binks Promenade, surveillant Nourrice bienveillante Les frérots sortent du parlu, mula calé dans l'anus Et j'préfère compter mes liasses que de compter sur les gens Olalala, olalala C'est le ghetto, c'est la réelle life

In you, don't you? I can see my baby swingin' His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up On the balcony and I'm singing Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, I'm in love I can see my sweet boy swayin' He's crazy y Cubano como yo lala On the balcony and I'm saying

La la la la la la lala la There might be another star But through my eyes the light of you it's all I see There might be another song So long ago my heart without demanding Informed me that no other love could do But listen did I not though understanding

Still don't know what love means La la la lala lala Cocaine flame in my bloodstream Sold my coat when I hit Spokane It's too late And I found myself face down in the ditch Booze in my hair, blood on my lips A picture of you holding a picture of me

In you, don't you? I can see my baby swingin' His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up On the balcony and I'm singing Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, I'm in love I can see my sweet boy swayin' He's crazy y Cubano como yo lala On the balcony and I'm saying

J'suis dans, j'suis dans l'tieks (ah ouais, ouais, ouais, ouais) J'suis dans l'tieks (ah ouais, ouais, ouais, ouais) T'es v'nu en boite avec des meufs, on t'a recalé (oh lala) Ni en tactile ni en T9, zéro smiley (nan, nan, nan) J'suis pas des leurs,

I wanna roll I wanna roll with you lala-lala-lala I was a girl of just a few words playing in the sun Just a little kid chasing blue birds and singing just for fun But now I found my voice and now I made my choice Gonna shout it out, put it all about Now

It's funny how they act now It's funny how they change up quick It's funny 'cause they ain't on shit I'm laughin' like lalalalalala Nanananananananana Nananananana Just 'cause I don't say anythin' doesn't mean I don't see it Mmm, it's funny how they act

I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali When the lala hits ya lyrics just splits ya Head so hard, that ya hat can't fit ya Either I'm witcha or against ya Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya Talkin' to the rap inventor ***** wit the game

このまま (lalala) lalala Sweet sweetなフレンドシップ 風に吹かれ濡れた髪が揺れる キミの姿少し前に見える 叶わない想い。と知りながら ぐんと上がってく夏のヒート