Kaaris – Chargé (English lyrics)

Chorus :
Kalash’ is loaded, kalash’ is loaded, kalash’ is loaded
Cooking up some crack, cooking up some crack, cooking up some crack
Driving on the emergency lane, driving on the emergency lane, driving on the emergency lane
I said that Kalash’ is loaded, kalash’ is loaded, kalash’ is loaded

1st Verse :
I’m rolling up a big joint, my red eyes say it all
The chamber is loaded, I’m going to war, determined like Cesar
My dream is to blow up the department, and to get my dick sucked by the police comissioner’s widow
This world will swallow and digest you, listen to the bullets whistle from the 93 to Niger
I’m only grateful towards the belly that I came out of, my velocity comes from kounta kinté
Recognize the fact that a weapon can acquit us, and the animal by his hairiness
2.7. 2.7. 93, under 07 that shit is synthetic
You slang garbage and sniff bad quality, we don’t care about your profits, it’s bullshit
Listens to the depth of my rhyme, canon deep down in your nostrils
I’ll stop once I’ll put my dick and my balls on Marine Le Pen’s forehead
I rap like a Desert Eagle, but who is going to get sprayed ?
Mc, you’re dumb enough to open your mouth, at least have the intelligence to live up to your words

Chorus :
Kalash’ is loaded, kalash’ is loaded, kalash’ is loaded
Cooking up some crack, cooking up some crack, cooking up some crack
Driving on the emergency lane, driving on the emergency lane, driving on the emergency lane
I said that Kalash’ is loaded, kalash’ is loaded, kalash’ is loaded

2nd Verse :
John Gotti’s life, in True Religion in the Bugatti
I’ll insult your mother like Materazzi, I’m more talented than Salvador Dali
I came to sell my drugs, I hit so hard that it turns into jam
The rap game is shitting it’s pants, Tyson is loosing his belt
Tell your bitch, my nigga, to come chill in the VIP
Her ass is so fat that her pussy swallows the chair
I came out of the bowels of a wolf, my art gets slang at the Louvre
Even the most reinforced doors open up, no one resist my groove
2.2.2.7.Z.E.R. Brave, your mouth is like your hole, you have to wash it
I came off of a slave ship, I won’t do any feat with all these transsexuals
The sun doesn’t shine on the cave, weapons, bitches, there’s some weed to smoke
Of course the connect is Slavic, I’m from Sevran, real recognize real
2.7.2.7

Chorus (x2) :
Kalash’ is loaded, kalash’ is loaded, kalash’ is loaded
Cooking up some crack, cooking up some crack, cooking up some crack
Driving on the emergency lane, driving on the emergency lane, driving on the emergency lane
I said that Kalash’ is loaded, kalash’ is loaded, kalash’ is loaded

3rd Verse :
The bottles come towards us and the bullets go towards you
All my bros will show up, if you want to act supid, act crazy
I said that the bottle come towards us and the bullets go towards you
All my bros will show up, if you want to act stupid, act crazy
I’ll line them up like targets, I’ll light them up and spray them up
I avoid them and pass through them, but she eats it, I think she’s edible
I switch the gears up with the bottom of my feet, this is Ciroc, no it’s not tea
The 9.3 doesn’t know how to dick ride, the brown bear is in a bad mood

Chorus (x2) :
Kalash’ is loaded, kalash’ is loaded, kalash’ is loaded
Cooking up some crack, cooking up some crack, cooking up some crack
Driving on the emergency lane, driving on the emergency lane, driving on the emergency lane
I said that Kalash’ is loaded, kalash’ is loaded, kalash’ is loaded

2.7.2.7.2.7
KAARIS