HORNET LA FRAPPE - Bourgeoisie (English lyrics)

Intro :
Zeg P On Da Trax
Bourgeoisie, bourgeoisie, bourgeoisie

1st verse :
Big family, full family
It’s true that life goes fast, but I would like to live in peace
In a year, we can smoke about a kilo or two
But bro, I swear, around here, we do our best (we do our best homie)
We do our best (we do our best, homie)
We do our best because life screwed us over (screwed us over, screwed us over again)
We do our best, their batons love caressing us (hein, fuck you)
HLM, we’ll become a bunch of Gucci men (Gucci, Gucci)
Registered at the SACEM, undocumented immigrant (Meugi, Meugiwarano)
Little project kid, you already know that you have to live your dreams
Don’t remain stuck in the projects
Loaded caliber but the gun jams
T-max 520 with no brakes
Fucking shit up, it’s gonna be endless
The big record labels chose us
To make the higher class people dance
On the TV sets, they always make fun of the rappers (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Knowing deep down that they know his single by heart
We live the street life around here, don’t think that we’re playing a role
I make rap music in order to avoid selling in the building hallway

Pre chorus :
Deep down in my projects, deep down in my projects
I’m trying to make it out, how to manage ? I’m trying to make it out, how to manage ?
Deep down in my projects, deep down in my projects
I’m trying to make it out, how to manage ?
Gotta make the higher class dance

Chorus :
Higher class, gotta make the higher class dance (hey hey hey hey)
Higher class, gotta make the higher class dance (hey hey hey hey)
Higher class, gotta make the higher class dance (hey hey hey hey)
Higher class, gotta make the higher class dance (hey hey hey hey)

2nd verse :
It’s where we live that the cops take their piss (at the door, six in the morning)
And it’s on us that they investigate, (it’s on us that they investigate)
The day of glory has come
Peach Vodka, in the ghetto, shit is dark
You make it out with probation
One verbal assault and you go back to prison
The under cover cops in the perimeter
That’s the reason why our parents worry
From son to father, shit is hard
Don’t ask me to live with it (no never, son of a bitch)
In Paris-centre, we sell coke
When the higher class are partying
I cash in, I cash in, that’s the only thing that I have in mind (that’s the only thing that I have in mind, bastard, bastard)
Making the higher class dance, (making your mother dance, making your mother dance)
I rap, I sing, I don’t care (nah, nah)
The profits from the dope spot, blow it on Rue Ponthieu
You’ll end up in building D1, bro, now, pray to God

Outro :
I grew up in the HLM (hey hey hey hey)
I grew up in the HLM (hey hey hey hey)
I grew up in the HLM (hey hey hey hey)
I grew up in the HLM (hey hey hey hey)