JUL – Rattata ft. MULA B (English lyrics)

Intro :
Ratatatata, ratatatata
Ratatatata, ratatatata

1st verse (Mula B) :
Ey, ey, AMG zonder car key, loop met Louis tas, vijftien barkie
Broek 17, 18 barkie, management zegt, “Ben niet barkie”
Mannen praten veel maar weten wie is wie
Pull up in die dubbel [?] TDI
Mula Moes, ik schiet je van je mp3
[?], mattie, wie is wie?
Ik zet die [?], noem je Ribéry
Ik kom in je osso, [?]
Ik ben op pakketten, net de TNT
Ik hoor die en die, zeg me, wie is wie?
Mannen komen vies, pull up bij die [?]
Kom binnen in je zaak, pak je winst en je verlies
Mannen komen vies, en ze praten met police
Zeg ze, “Ma7lish”, [?]
Zij kennen Mula Montana
Ik kom in Dolce Gabbana
Ik kom meteen met die llama
Ik kom alleen zet die drama
Montana, Dolce Gabbana
Meteen met llama
Laat mij alleen met die drama
Montana, Dolce Gabbana
Meteen met llama
Laat mij alleen met die drama

Chorus (Mula B & JuL) :
Take it easy son (??) Rattata
All those bastards are tailing me, all those monkeys, fuck making peace (Rattata)
It’s a party at Marseilles, I’m in an hotel at Alger (Rattata)
The weed smells of vanilla, it comes from Holland (Rattata)
Ratata, ratata, ratata, ratata
It’s a party at Marseilles, I’m in an hotel at (Ratata)
The weed smells of vanilla, it comes from Holland (Ratata)

2nd verse :
Cheers, protect the coasts, and keep in touch
And warn the homies, and warn the homies
Tell them that their product is ready
And that I’m just like everyone else, and that I’m just like everyone else
I’ve got two arms and two legs, call me “l’ovni” or “Le J”, let me take two tokes, I’ll give you two slaps
I’m with Mula B, you won’t get us
I’m smoking the peace pipe, we’re (??) in the apartment
If they act tough, we’ll get the guns out, if they try to act like mobsters, they’ll end up dead
I don’t do any back passes in FIFA that’s for the guys who suck
J’vais te mettre Fanny tu vas l’embrasser (??)
When I start rapping, my anger rises, and I kill it
I have things to say, and so I let it all out, I air it out
I’m hearing the police sirens, they’ve been going around for a while now
There’s too many of them in Marseilles, don’t ask me where I live anymore
I give-give-give everything to those I love
[??] faut qu’j’l’envoie en douche
We don’t give a fuck about fame, you can take it all if you want it
I’m making my album, I’m handling my business, I’m doing everything
I’m not showing off I’ll (??)
I use to rap in the projects, I ended up on posters
On the (??), I can be proud of myslef
Go fuck yourself jealous hater, I know that you’re watching me
Sometimes you don’t have a choice, it’s either war or peace
You’ll end up a bandolero go ask Mula B
Sometimes things aren’t going well, I smoke my mula D
Dangerous neighborhood that have been through the (??)

Chorus (Mula B & JuL) :
Take it easy son (??) Rattata
All those bastards are tailing me, all those monkeys, fuck making peace (Rattata)
It’s a party at Marseilles, I’m in an hotel at Alger (Rattata)
The weed smells of vanilla, it comes from Holland (Rattata)
Ratata, ratata, ratata, ratata
It’s a party at Marseilles, I’m in an hotel at (Ratata)
The weed smells of vanilla, it comes from Holland (Ratata)

JUL – Rattata ft MULA B