Booba - Bakel City Gang (English lyrics) - The International Connect

Intro :
A4
2093
92izère
Sénégal DKR
Bakel City Gangster

1st verse :
My best homie passed away, I’m sick of life
The demons come out at night, nigga, I’m a warrior of the night
Around here, there’s nothing but good weed, money and pussy
Let them keep on playing maracas, Gorilla Thug, low life
92, there’s no sugar coating, I want pussy, expensive cars, food
I’ll leave the rest to the chumps, hein, I leave them in the struggle
The drugs are there, well served, the anger is visceral
Mother ship, falcon mili, interstellar flow
Raise your hand if you’ve got some Jack, fat asses at your table
Our bitches are hot, niggas go crazy
Always higher I keep climbing, harder will I fall
Knowledge is a weapon, I’m strapped up, so I’m not dumb
A shwarama after midnight, say hello to my team of Gremlins
Euros, US Dollars, Izi, British Pounds
The projects are going crazy, kopp olympique, Brahim Asloum’s swag
Bim Bam Boom in Mac Doom’s pussy

Chorus :
I’ve never been suicidal, even when I had nothing in the fridge
I rather fuck mothers, on the dope spot, paramilitary style
I’ll fuck him or her up, criminal since the mini tel days
I’m flying with my own wings, B.A.K.E.L City Gang
Gang Gang Gang Gang
B.A.K.E.L. City Gang
Gang Gang Gang Gang
B.A.K.E.L. City Gang

2nd verse :
In front of your team, don’t worry, one man is adapting himself
Tell them to behave, no one is going to sodomize Saddam
Saddam Hauts-de-Seine, Bakel City Gangster
Guinée Conakry, Clamart, that’s where I want to be buried
We lost our best soldier, I’m sick of life
I’ll shoot at you like Cobra (braah) I don’t dance hype anymore
Life is not a dream, matter of fact, It gives me nightmares
Ü on the polo, Versace on the suit
Don’t do any business with my niggas if you can’t pay them
My strike force is military-like, if you’re thinking on fist fighting
Allez, fuck your mother ! I aim for the skull, I don’t aim for the feet
If you’re not there, don’t try to act gangsta, in the streets, you had to be there
Me, I don’t have anything to prove, my criminal record speaks in my favor
They, they’ve got dildos, we, we’re godfathers
Izi life style, worries, bald heads, big dick over here
In Oz, I’m Adebisi (Izi, izi, izi)

3rd verse :
Add a 0 in order for us to seal the deal, bearded like Carlos Boozer
It was just me alone in your ass, you thought that we were many
I don’t talk about what I’m doing, neither to my bitch, neither on Twitter
I’ll end up in jail, predicted my teacher
No need to be a voodoo priest in order to see that I was turning out to be bad
No need to turn on your radio, at every red light we’re there
I do my classes at the projects, when I bark, they whisper
Upper France is wearing a mini skirt, so I can see her panties
If the cops ever question you, remember when we told you to keep your mouth shut
Aulnay-Sous-Bois, the “A.S.B” will jump you, no time to say “damn”
My homie was the best, I’m sick of life
We’re all smarter than the highest ranking officer of the anti crime brigade
I often think back on the projects, man, I’m not really in good spirits
The bitches pass at the check out, nothing but real niggas in the room
I often think back on the projects, man, I’m not really in good spirits
The bitches pass at the check out, nothing but real niggas in the room