Dosseh – Le Dehors (English lyrics)

Chorus :
I ride around with a bunch of illiterate scholars
They carry around 9 millimeters, for the most of them
Nine millimeters, nine millimeters for the most of them
I ride around with a bunch of illiterate scholars
They carry around with 9 millimeters, for the most of them
I’m waiting for the bank to send me my new checkbook
And for my Caribbeans to reclaim their stolen lands back from the old slave masters
It’s an eye for an eye, my brothers, if you fuck with me, I’ll fuck with you
I never shot anyone yet, but you must never say never
I’m an outdoor person, homie, I’m an outdoor person
Money isn’t my only obsession, nah, homie, I also want gold

1rst verse :
We’re all going to die one day, or the other, so I live by night
Like my nigga Blood’zer would say, these bastards are thirsty, but they’re waiting for the rain to stop
4-5 my geographical area
I’m implanted in the game, like the Nawash in Africa
Everyday I find myself praying to god and asking him to forgive some ass hole like myself who chose to sell drugs for a living
A pure product of this environment
The paper chase as a slogan
Ready to murder women and children
Like a white phosphorus attack
Equipe sous CR (??), doors being cracked open, without knocking
Beefs, dope spots, turf wars, 2 wheeler, 9 millimeters : POC ! POC !
Do you seriously believe that I’ve changed ?
Hey, do you seriously believe that I’ve changed ?
I barely signed my record deal, and you already seem to forget that, a few while ago, I was out there slangin 5grams, 10grams, 100 grams
I sold drugs to mothers and underaged minors
I’ll say this for the record : I’m not a role model
I’m only passing through, I only came for an armed robberie
The devil’s biggest trick is to make you believe that he doesn’t relly exist
The system’s biggest trick was to make you believe that the rappers were going to save you
I’m just like you, I’m nothing more than a pawn, part of some larger mechanic that I can’t grasp
I’ll start the revolution after tomorrow, because tomorrow I’ve got a date with one of those hookers

Chorus : 

I ride around with a bunch of illiterate scholars
They carry around 9 millimeters, for the most of them
Nine millimeters, nine millimeters for the most of them
I ride around with a bunch of illiterate scholars
They carry around with 9 millimeters, for the most of them
I’m waiting for the bank to send me my new checkbook
And for my Caribbeans to reclaim their stolen lands back from the old slave masters
It’s an eye for an eye, my brothers, if you fuck with me, I’ll fuck with you
I never shot anyone yet, but you must never say never
I’m an outdoor person, homie, I’m an outdoor person
Money isn’t my only obsession, nah, homie, I also want gold

2nd verse :
We don’t need to love each other, nah
We don’t need to love each other, nah
I keep my eyes open around humans, I’ll give you that
I know all about the streets and about it’s vices, about it’s 666 ways of getting money
Hey, of course this shit is good, you can either smoke it, or inhale it through your nose
So get your scale out, and make sure that it’s the right amount
Hurry and hand me over my money, so I can get the hell out of here
I have the impression that someone followed me all the way here, I have the impression that I’m being spied on
I’m thinking back on all of my homies that are rotting in prison
And all the jokes that we cracked down in the building’s hallway
What wouldn’t we have done for some chrome rims ?
Life has all it’s time in order to teach it’s lessons
I make music for all of my homie posted up in the dark corners
Argonne, Salmoneries, la ce-Sour, les Blossières, that’s the names of the different projects
This outside life turned us into cold hearted calculating persons
Vroom, vroom, vroom, pedal to the metal, fuck my empty fridge

Chorus : 

I ride around with a bunch of illiterate scholars
They carry around 9 millimeters, for the most of them
Nine millimeters, nine millimeters for the most of them
I ride around with a bunch of illiterate scholars
They carry around with 9 millimeters, for the most of them
I’m waiting for the bank to send me my new checkbook
And for my Caribbeans to reclaim their stolen lands back from the old slave masters
It’s an eye for an eye, my brothers, if you fuck with me, I’ll fuck with you
I never shot anyone yet, but you must never say never
I’m an outdoor person, homie, I’m an outdoor person
Money isn’t my only obsession, nah, homie, I also want gold

Outro :
Money isn’t my only obsession, nah, homie, I also want gold
Money isn’t my only obsession, nah, homie, I also want gold
Money isn’t my only obsession, nah, homie, I also want gold
Money isn’t my only obsession, nah, homie, I also want gold

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