Kaaris – Houdini (English lyrics)

Intro :
Do you recognize me or do you deny ?
Ooooorh click click click
(Kaaris Kaaris Kaaris)

1rst verse :
The streets and me, we did it, she’s pregnant of my CD
In the main time I only fuck her doggy style in order not to harm the baby
270 now you know where the man lives
According to the CNRS, the univers is in constant expansion, just like my dick
I’ve been a thug since the 49ers days
Gie me a hug if your a cop’s widow
Number uno, I’m headed towards the sanction
Stricken by a deluge of lead while performing my duty
All you need is the noise, of one stack in order for the star to wake up
The “clack” of one g-string for the tank to wake up
A touch of rectal genius in guise of tenderness
A drop of alcohol because I need to maintain my level of drunkenness

Chorus :
A rose disapears, a gun apears
Kalashnikov, a lot of bullets lead shower on your butt crack
Do you recognize me or do you deny ?
Houdini Houdini
Do you recognize me or do you deny ?
Your team of bitches got murdered by a Lamborghini
Houdini Houdini
Do you recognize me or do you deny ?
Houdini Houdini Houdini
A rose disapears, a gun apears
Kalashnikov, a lot of bullets lead shower on your butt crack

2nd verse :
Again another school, son
We’re taking off, we’re no longer scared of heights
Our hearts only beat as a habit anyways
Whether you’re hanging out in the projects, or full of problems
The dead bodies will pile up like in Ciudad Juarez
A crisp air like a V8i, gran tourismo
We cross the white lines while you sniff them
N-N-Nobody is sleeps around here, or robs us
We go from prison yards to having groupies
F-F-or a couple roupies, Un-unpine the grenade
The state said there’s too much of them
Escorted back to the borders
This is for my pariahs, an Ola for all my ayatollahs
93 2.7.0 for the bitch and the Vivier
Shotgun equipped for the big game hunting

Chorus

3rd verse :
My finger prints upholstered
As soon as dawn is sifted
We knock your doors down, you’ll win the amount that you betted
We’ve got what is needed under the bed, sista
We can lift you without a pulley
Whenever your butt is well molded in the Gucci
It’s to make us cum
Yeah it’s true, we don’t all start out with the same amount of money
But at the end when there’s nothing left, our tears all have the same taste
Crime has taken our lives hostage, there’s boys in blue around the corner
There’s always something on the fire in our wild distillery
My rap is precision watchmaking, so hardcore
That after this track you’ll need to do over your ablutions
So don’t call me if it’s not to for a hardcore track
Bro, don’t call me if it’s not for an anal fissure

Chorus