CHILY - Tout est calé ft. KOBA LA D (English lyrics)

Intro :
Drama State

1st verse (Koba LaD) :
I sell those grams of coco, it brings in more than pot
Using it is forbidden or else, we kick you out the gang
Forget about the VIP, bring me my bottles in my suite (my suite)
6.13, I’m accelerating, she’s getting scared, her heart is stopping
Right now I’m in the loaded German car, right now I’m in the loaded German car
I’m leaving Spain right now with some Moroccan product
I’m driving, I can’t talk right now (yeah, yeah), I’m on the highway, I’m on my way honey (I’m coming)
We’re gonna break down your door, I was given the keys to the Audi
Kid, check out my panoply, Gucci from head to toe
And the price of my car, you’ll never get that in your life (never, forget it)
And all this is cool but damn, I gotta admit it (I gotta admit it)
I’m the father of my whole generation

Pre chorus (Koba LaD & Chily) :
And since we were kids, the drugs, we’ve been selling them (since we were kids, the drugs, we’ve been selling them)
And the cops are there so we do it quickly (and the cops are there so we do it quickly)
At the 50K with Chily (at the 50K with Chily)
And my side pouch is full of hashish (my side pouch is full of hashish)
Those drug dealers, you know them (ah, those drugs dealers, you know them)
If I’m here, it’s because everything is set (if I’m here, it’s because everything is set)
The fiends phone numbers in my cell phone (fiends phone numbers in my cell phone)
That’s all I had (that’s all I had)

Chorus (Koba LaD & Chily) :
The appointed lawyers, we know them (the appointed lawyers, we know them)
The real bandits, we recognize them (the real bandits, we recognize them)
The amateurs, we know them (the amateurs we know them)
The thugs, we recognize them (the thugs, we recognize them)

2nd verse (Chily) :
We came to fuck them up, homie, you’re gonna see, since we were little, we’ve been selling death
Stop lying, homie, you saw me, when I’m not around I’m in police custody (aha-yo)
And when I get out, I smoke me a blunt and I slice, slice the bar of hash
In order to make up for the night before’s lost, completely high n the city
We grew up robbing, no pesos, no bitches
Money to make, cops to avoid, no time, I’m doing business
Not so long ago, I avoid going to prison, a very good lawyer, I had to get myself
Prohibited products in the cohiba, I’m headed to slang in the bougie neighborhoods
Let’s get the guns out, no more fist fight and for the humiliation : a big shotgun shot
The pepite, the genius, the prodigy