Djadja & Dinaz – A la cool (English lyrics)

Intro :
You’re not receiving any money transfers
It’s been two years now that you’ve been locked up
As soon as you get out
You feel like smoking all your homies
Don’t worry you’re mentally strong
The weed is stashed away in the cave
When there was no plan to get money
Slangin’ was the only solution

1st verse (Djadja) :
With everything that’s on my mind
I could write ten books
I love my family, you have no idea how much
And as soon as I stop selling weed
People always come to me asking
That’s the reason why I’m back to taking orders
I take off her stockings at the hotel
The next day she’ll be harassing me, acting clingy
I’ll be wherever there’s money to be made
Being that we smoke our own shit, there’s some losses
The haters are asking me if it pays
The real guys are asking me if I’m OK
Bunch of pussies
We know very well that you guys talk shit behind my back
If you stole that BMW
I just hope that you didn’t leave any DNA traces
We don’t give a fuck about the police
And this summer I’ll bring out the KTM bike

Chorus :
Laid back, laid back, on television
Laid back, laid back even in prison
Laid back even with no dollars
We’re thugs
We know your type
I’m keeping away from you
You’re not a real guy, you testify in front of the court
Always the same guy
We do good things but they only see the bad things
Laid back, laid back, on television
Laid back, laid back even in prison
Laid back even with no dollars
We’re thugs
We know your type
I’m keeping away from you
You’re not a real guy, you testify in front of the court
Always the same guy
We do good things but they only see the bad things

2nd verse (Dinaz) :
I’m still in the projects
We can easily spot who are the fakers
I never sold out
I’m staying humble
Fuck them, fuck them
There’s nothing suprising
You see the buzz, you see the buzz and you comment
Acceleration, behind us there’s the customs
I dream of moving away
For all the brothers behind bars
I’m trying to stay out of the detention center
Over at (??) I raise the prices
We’re ready
More than crazy
Deep down we’re all the same
We break through windows
All my brothers rise up
My go-getters remain standing
For all my jailbirds that are locked up
Make one misstep and we’ll be there
If you stole that BMW
Be careful to not leave any DNA traces
We don’t give a fuck about the police
And this summer I’ll bring out the KTM bike
I’m surrounded with my soldiers
I know small guys with long reachs
We’re coming through strapped up, it’s in your mouth that we’re putting the canon
(It goes pa-pa-pa)

Chorus :
Laid back, laid back, on television
Laid back, laid back even in prison
Laid back even with no dollars
We’re thugs
We know your type
I’m keeping away from you
You’re not a real guy, you testify in front of the court
Always the same guy
We do good things but they only see the bad things
Laid back, laid back, on television
Laid back, laid back even in prison
Laid back even with no dollars
We’re thugs
We know your type
I’m keeping away from you
You’re not a real guy, you testify in front of the court
Always the same guy
We do good things but they only see the bad things

Outro :
You’re not receiving any money transfers
It’s been two years now that you’ve been locked up
As soon as you get out
You feel like smoking all your homies
Don’t worry you’re mentally strong
The weed is stashed away in the cave
When there was no plan to get money
Slangin’ was the only solution

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