DESPO RUTTI ft KAARIS - La dose (English lyrics)

Chorus (Kaaris) :
I’m preparign the dose, I’m preparing the dose (X3)
Homie, I’m preparing the dose, homie, I’m preparing the dose
I’m walking on your G string like a tightrope walker (X2)
Euro, dollars, british pounds, I’m doing Biz (X2)

1st verse (Despo Rutti) :
I’m too crazy to commit suicide, I would need at least two bullets to the head
My name is Pascal you can call me “500” little bastard
“Alcohol is water”, don’t tell that to Katoucha
Niggas have to wipe rich people’s ass, is that the moral of the story behind Intouchables ?
I’m wanted like Joaquin Guzman, I owe dollars to some street guys
I spit fire little homie that’s the reason why most rappers are black
The gun’s viewfinder is aiming at your jean’s in case you ever forget that you’re my son
You’ve got a red dot on your ass yet you’re not wearing any Levi’s
I won’t eat your pussy that’s like eating sushi off a hair dresser’s floor
Too much vice, I’ve digested my adam’s apple, I smuggle kilos of ice in hell
I’m taking your place in hardcore rap, calmly, I haven’t stacked enough
But I’ve got 135 euros to pay for the handicap parking spots fines

Chorus (Kaaris) :
I’m preparing the dose, I’m preparing the dose (X3)
Homie, I’m preparing the dose, homie, I’m preparing the dose
I’m walking on your G string like a tightrope walker (X2)
Euro, dollars, british pounds, I’m doing Biz (X2)

2nd verse (Kaaris) :
Je baise bien avant de prendre des S, bien avant la kermesse
At my birth, my umbilical cord was a Hermès belt
The bitch runs away whenever I come to look for my money
The nigga is bald, why are you trying to split hairs ?
At the back of the tunnel there’s your tomb stone, like the princess of Galles
Armed, I show up alone to the party, you’ll end up under a sheet of bullets
They don’t want us around so I don’t give a fuck about them and I enjoy myself (bitch)
They don’t want us around becasue they don’t want their step son to have a bick dick (I said bitch)
I’ll destroy you, I’ll bully you, I’ll leave you confused
When I crush all those cockroaches it makes the same sound as when I walk on corn flakes
I drink Petrus, I just keep counting money, you retards
I leave in a Brabus like the conte of Monte-Cristo