Kaaris – Nador (English lyrics)

Intro :
Zongo
Zongo
Zongo le Dozo
Zongo le Dozo
Kaaris

Chorus :
Nador, Nador, Nador, Nador
The Rif, the Rif, the Rif, the Rif
Mi amor, mi amor, mi amor, mi amor
Money, money, money, money
Nador, Nador, Nador, Nador
The Rif, the Rif, the Rif, the Rif
Mi amor, mi amor, mi amor, mi amor
Money, money, money, money

1st Verse :
The AK or the album, I had to get out of the zoo
They don’t listen to what I have to say, they only see the color of my skin (Biatch)
Just like you, I would like a villa back in my old country, just like you, I would like to be an owner (2.7)
I smoke drugs, I’m in the game, fuck the C.I.O
If you’re looking for money, that means that you’re looking for Kaaris (2.7)
I’m with some wild DZ in the streets of Bir Mourad Raïs (Rrrrrmm!)
We’re going to spray them up, their asses will be dry but holey (Biatch)
We resist everything, Dozo, descendants of Sékou Touré (Kaaris)
I go to sleep feeling confident like Pierrot
Midfielder like Pirlo
You’re fake like your implants
You’re nothing but a fried banana
She likes liquid, yeah
She’s a fresh water’s mussel
She likes it when I handle her fat ass like a V12

Chorus :
Nador, Nador, Nador, Nador
The Rif, the Rif, the Rif, the Rif
Mi amor, mi amor, mi amor, mi amor
Money, money, money, money
Nador, Nador, Nador, Nador
The Rif, the Rif, the Rif, the Rif
Mi amor, mi amor, mi amor, mi amor
Money, money, money, money

2nd Verse :
We only think with our dicks, we’re very very limited (Yeah)
We’re resistant, we grab your pussy by the ends (Zongo)
Bring in a little money and all the traitors will show their faces (Yeah)
Adam and Ken, you always need a black sky in order to see the stars (Zongo)
Alcohol is no good, and hash isn’t better (no no)
It appeases the blows in the hood, we haven’t found better
I’m making noise like a raptor (Rrrrrmm!)
I pull my dick out like Thor’s hammer (Ra!)
We all agree, I’m way more hardcore than Bellator’s cage
I’m a bad person but I’m serious (Yeah)
Don’t resist me, I’m a god (Bitch)
You’ve got a speed bump in your head, and an insert path at the place of your butt crack
We’re direct, no tching tchang tchong
We don’t pass through China
I’m holding my baby in my arms
I’m counting my stacks
I’m thinking on Lacrim’s loneliness

Chorus :
Nador, Nador, Nador, Nador
The Rif, the Rif, the Rif, the Rif
Mi amor, mi amor, mi amor, mi amor
Money, money, money, money
Nador, Nador, Nador, Nador
The Rif, the Rif, the Rif, the Rif
Mi amor, mi amor, mi amor, mi amor
Money, money, money, money