Gradur – Stringer Bell (English lyrics)

Chorus (x2) :
FAMAS, Clan Campbell
smart ass Ghetto youth, O.G looking like Stringer Bell
We’re strapped up, sheguey, worst than the rebels
Try to act smart, one of my homies will put a whole in you

1st verse :
You got shot because you screwed up
You screwed up, and so, you got shot
Jack Daniel’s, weed, my nigga, I’m hashed out
The Jack Wilshere of the dope spot, I’ll out hustle them
Hé, FAMAS, mili (??)
I’ll out-shine you, whether it be through a featuring or face to face, it doesn’t matter
I’m in the game now, my nigga, I’m throwing hook punches
You would like to get Gradi for a feat, my nigga get in line
Give me your heart, your hand and your ass baby, my sweetheart, yeah, yeah, you’re mine
Give me your pussy and hand me over your bag with the keys to the BMW’s trunk that’s hidden in the cupboard
Give me your heart, your hand and your ass baby, my sweet heart, yeah, yeah, you’re mine
Give me your pussy and hand me over your bag with the keys to the BMW’s trunk that’s hidden in the cupboard
I make that trap music that you were craving for
It will give you more than a boner, It’ll make you relish
Bitches wearing leggings, half naked for solicitation
Grabbing me by my chain, sperm used to glue it back together
Sadistic bonobo, weeded out, you already know the deal
And so, I spit in the whole, back shots back and fort
In all those pedophile’s asses like Marc Dutroux
Spank that ass, set the tone
Weed hollander, sheguey, check out the smell
This shit is powerful like a kick from Marc Landers
I reinvested half of my salary in drugs in order to slang in the military baraks like Franck Lucas
5.9 that’s not only the department’s number, but it’s also the price of 100 grams
As long as François won’t raise his own salary, I won’t be changing it

Chorus (x2) :

FAMAS, Clan Campbell
smart ass Ghetto youth, O.G looking like Stringer Bell
We’re strapped up, sheguey, worst than the rebels
Try to act smart, one of my homies will put a whole in you

2nd verse :
Step on it, on the way to get some weed
Step on it, on the way to get some weed
I’m a fucking nigga in a wack ass country, misunderstood like Mario in Milan
These bitches, they think I’m cute, I swear to god that these bitches think I’m cute
They like it when I talk dirty to them and when I drag them by their pony-tails
Yeah nigga, I only rap about violence
I make one record per week, they can’t keep up with the rythm
I’m crushing the french rap game
Every sunday morning, I’m the one that leads the way
I act like a Sheguey, I go to war
And sometimes I slang drugs
My lattice shirt, my walking stick and my wheel chair for a microphone, I traded them in
Bring me all off the pioners that you can think of for a featuring
And watch me burry them
They keep asking me for a mixtape, these sons of bitches, but I bet they’ll back out when it’ll be time to pay up
I keep hearing all kind of rumors about myself, they’re out to screw me, worse than a trojan horse
Fuck it, my nigga, I’ll always be brave, like my homie Driver, Yeah from the 9.3
R.I.P

Chorus (x2) :

FAMAS, Clan Campbell
smart ass Ghetto youth, O.G looking like Stringer Bell
We’re strapped up, sheguey, worst than the rebels
Try to act smart, one of my homies will put a whole in you