Hornet La Frappe – Maghrebin (English lyrics)

1st verse :
Maghrebian, you can forget about the Musée Grévin
Condemned to having to slice up 10s and 20 grams
Hands made for gold, but they’re between your breast
You wanted me to love you, but I sold you dreams
I’m a bad student, I’m not a bad person deep down
I wanted your lips, I’m falling asleep on your curves
Without any big brother, no one will come to my defense
I’m punching the bag, I’m training, I’m putting the gloves on
You’ll end up eating noodles if you start listening to people
The heart is white, I want some chrome on my rims
Posted up, down stairs of the building, don’t think that it’s all fun and games
Pies of crack, the cat will get the bean
Who’s fault is it, I only aim for the head
Fucking life up, without love and without condom
We’re lost, like in “un indien dans la ville”
Never in high spirits, things are going like on a Monday
The old lady on the second floor is being a snitch
Send the little kids over to break her windows
Little Maghrebian, your profile does not fit the job requirements
You won’t become the next Benzema just by barking
The riches comes from Africa, wesh, what did you thought
We respect our fathers, we call your boss by his first names
We call your boss by his first name

Chorus :
Tanned skin tone on the scenery, there’s billions of us
Shooting stars in the clouds, high, à la Riyadh
Va bene, va bene, va bene khoya
Va bene, va bene, va bene khoya
Maghrébian, Maghrébian
Times are hard, I remain solid, I’m Maghrebian
Maghrébian, Maghrébian
I’m lacking of everything, I won’t deprive myself of anything, I’m Maghrebian

2nd verse :
My homie is losing weight, weakened from the hash
We’re not asking for anything, surviving is enough
No rings on our fingers, we have a hard time uniting
Married to the streets, a bracelet on the ankle
Getting out of this hole with the help of prayers
But we’re hot tempered
We remain down stairs, too drunk to climb mount Everest
To each his life and to each his dreams
Keep moving on, between sufferings and struggles
But don’t forget anything, like a Senegalese
Generation of immigrants, we don’t sweep the floor anymore
Our parents didn’t have any other choice, they had to do it
Take your money, we would have to leave
Young untamed Maghrebian
Faded hair cut, you recognized the Arbis
We gain momentum in order to screw you better, my friend
I’m pissed off, there’s some good shit in town
It brings blunts and everyone is pleased
We drive in expensive cars, we give hand-outs at the red light
Stop acting like a chump that gave up on living
Fuck your Mathusalem, your expensive clothes
Salam to all the brothers that are going through hard times in a cell
Having to spend your life locked up is hard
Have courage, fam’, you’ll soon get out

Chorus :
Tanned skin tone on the scenery, there’s billions of us
Shooting stars in the clouds, high, à la Riyadh
Va bene, va bene, va bene khoya
Va bene, va bene, va bene khoya
Maghrébian, Maghrébian
Times are hard, I remain solid, I’m Maghrebian
Maghrébian, Maghrébian
I’m lacking of everything, I won’t deprive myself of anything, I’m Maghrebian

Outro :
Maghrebian, Maghrebian, Maghrebian
Maghrebian, Maghrebian, Maghrebian
Maghrebian, Maghrebian, Maghrebian
Maghrebian, Maghrebian, Maghrebian

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