Booba – DKR (English lyrics)

1st verse :
It’s not the hood that is leaving me
I’t’s me, I’m leaving the hood
I already made money, money, money
I didn’t yawn, yawn, caused damage
Tyson, Gris Bordeaux, Bombardier
I’ll break your back, not marry you
Don’t hold my hand, they’ll gossip
My Balmain is already pulled down at the landing
Like Audrey Tcheuméo, I’ve got medals
Vámonos, my nigga, come on, dalé
The cuenta was very very high
Your hlel I’ll make her cry

Chorus :
Africa, you’re ageless
They wan’t to marry you, marry you, marry you
Your family name will be taken hostage
What’s the point of being a lion in a cage ?
Pass the hash, the millions in cash
Gotta make money, money, money
Madam justice, momentum of rage
I sprayed the place up like a savage

2nd verse :
It’s not the hood that is leaving me
It’s me, I’m leaving the hood
I already made money, money, money
I battled battled, caused damage
I can’t hear these hyenas
I’m in front of a plate of tieb bou dienn
Even while black I’m able to turn red with rage
No remission of sentence for the slaves
Those who don’t want to do any business
I beg you : get off here
The market price of your pussy is dropping
Serve me a shot of Mandela

Chorus :
Africa, you’re ageless
They wan’t to marry you, marry you, marry you
Your family name will be taken hostage
What’s the point of being a lion in a cage ?
Pass the hasch, the millions in cash
Gotta make money, money, money
Madam justice, momentum of rage
I sprayed the place up like a savage

3rd verse :
Lion from Teranga, it’s nothing, I did what had to be done, had to be done
Senegal, DKR, generation Boul Falé, Falé
He loved Africa, but the mula forced him to leave, leave
Pass me the massa, mamakossa, F.LO, Mara Salvatrucha
This nigga doesn’t really have any luck
Your ass is flat, you don’t really do any squats
For you , I’ve got the perfect formula : uppercut, left, right
Tyson, Gris Bordeaux, Bombardier, I’ll break your back
He seduced her, accelerated too much : she spoiled the guy
In order to wheelie mothers better, I changed the muffler
I’m a pirate so an old sea dog, I can show you my fangs