LACRIM – Intocable ft. MISTER YOU (English lyrics)
Intro :
Ok , Lacrim , You
RIPRO 3
1st verse (Lacrim) :
There’s a lot of shit on my conscious bro, you know that we’re strong
There’s a hell of a smile on my face whenever you talk to me about my wrongs
The door was closed, yeah I came through the window
Yeah I wanted to fuck you up, but they told me : “don’t hurt your head”
No matter how many bandanas you wear, of Tupac, you’re just the rumor
I hate like a killer, and I love like a dictator
Like back in the “Yougataga” days, we wanted to fuck shit up
Like Franck Lucas, I got me my Alpaca rug
We’ve got personal issues, you must not go into detail
We don’t see the worst coming, she could draw from your flaws
And my motor goes “vroom vroom”, I’m driving at Saint-Michel
We get the ton for 600k back in the old country, and we go straight ahead
I’ll be on time except if they murk me my baby
I’m thinking back on my school’s head master telling me that in eight years from now I’ll be fucked
I’m seeing my father with tears, disappointed
The police waiting for me at the reception
Chorus (Lacrim) :
Tu donnes à tout Paname l’ami de quoi tu parles ? Des sous comme le tarot (???)
I know that they want to eat us, eat us, eat us, eat us until we’re ko’d
Getting tainted car windows, running away from all those nut jobs that lead you on
That wish us bad luck, would like to have our values
That would kill for your pay, watch your back
2nd verse (Mister You) :
You dirty bastard, all the gold in the world isn’t worth my mother’s smile
Love is like drugs, it cost you cheaper over at Amsterdam
This is Algeria feat Morocco, fuck their music it sucks
It’s not the money but the words that makes you a man (draaaah)
We dirty the clean money, the SACEM is going broke
And it’s in order to get our sentences rearranged that we go back to school
I just got a massage from Nicole
I’m smoking a blunt and I’m drinking
I’m smirking and I’m laughing
I’m waiting patiently on the harvest
Parisian like M’Bappé, this bastard has a visa
The cops want photos, homie they don’t ask me for my ID anymore
Suspicious like a rendez vous in front of the congress palace
With me you must not stutter, but you have to speak clearly
There’s those who look out for the cops and those who slang, hein
The one who runs the dope spot and collects the dough
That brings that to the boss with his little whore
You gataga Lacrim, you know very well that we started out from nothing
Before making money in the rap game we were making money on the dope spot
Chorus (Lacrim) :
Tu donnes à tout Paname l’ami de quoi tu parles ? Des sous comme le tarot (???)
I know that they want to eat us, eat us, eat us, eat us until we’re ko’d
Getting tainted car windows, running away from all those nut jobs that lead you on
That wish us bad luck, would like to have our values
That would kill for your pay, watch your back
3rd verse (Lacrim & Mister You) :
Cousins, would, fuck you up, rata, like, in the streets, of Palermo
Salary, Rio, G string, asses out, bro, sooner or later, nothing but trouble
Back where I’m from anger is a flower that blooms, without being watered
My family is important to me, My Burberry keeps me tight
It’s You’, always paranoid, big up to all those behind bars
Some weed, some blunt wraps, a cigarette, and I’m on top of Kilimandjaro
Chorus (Lacrim) :
Tu donnes à tout Paname l’ami de quoi tu parles ? Des sous comme le tarot (???)
I know that they want to eat us, eat us, eat us, eat us until we’re ko’d
Getting tainted car windows, running away from all those nut jobs that lead you on
That wish us bad luck, would like to have our values
That would kill for your pay, watch your back
Outro (Mister You) :
Ewewewe, Watch your back
Yougataga, Lacrim, Ripro 3
Draaah