Lacrim - Oh bah oui ft. Booba (English lyrics)

1st verse (Lacrim) :
I remembered that heartaches hurt a lot
And that tears tasted like the sea
Patience, a virtue, I’m keeping it for my kids
Don’t half close the door, we’ll fuck you up
I know some rappers, they’re like nymphos
For a dick, they would pull their dress down
You dirty son of a bitch, I’m in connection with real men
Capable of supplying the whole of Europe
A sick gang, sick, sick
3 o’clock in the morning, in the graveyard, I’m walking around
I would wake up, and I would have a view on the two room flat
Today, I wake up, I’ve got a view on the whole of Paris
We’re club hopping, they’re hopping on dicks
Lacrim in the slammers, only knows how to make money
Believe my words, what drives a man crazy
Isn’t the doubts, but the certitude
Young and in handcuffs, prisoner without any diplomas
I’m making my way, since 16 years old I’ve been rolling up blunts
I’m used to seeing tears, we communicate via satellite phone
For a hundred kilos, there’s no emoticons
Life is hard my brother, and the money is easy
There’s some coke in order to help me buy my two hectares on the coast
Zero degrees, I’m warming up my swimming pool
I’m striking a pose, I’m taking a picture, the cops are on my ass

Chorus :
Force, force, to all those who dream of killing me
Ah, the lead shower jammed, miraculously, all it takes is one mistake for me to fuck you up
Force, force, I’m in my projects, I’m smoking a blunt
Go fuck your mother, we’re making millions
A hundred kilos of weed in the house
Pah, pah, pah ! Oh bah oui, if you eat my bread
Coming to blows is useless
Pah, pah ! Oh bah oui, even if they’re rich
They’re only humans, and my brothers are a thousand, hein

2nd verse (Booba) :
I teach you how to do dirt, not fine arts
I’m rich like a dead drug trafficker, kopp El Chapo Mendoza
Before, I would have killed for a handful of dollars
Audemars on Omar’s wrist
I used to sell dope, didn’t use to sell chestnuts
They’ll ask me what have they ever done to black people
In a pimp’s apartment on Avenue Mac-Mahon
On a large screen, I’ll show them
On our side, no one is going to give up
Before I became the D.U.C, I struggled
Show that you have balls, no one will help you
Crazy big bullets, in order to cut the ties
You dirty son of a bitch, you’re walou, you’re nothing
Like Jamel Debbouze that holds you in his arms
I’m not in your sphere, Fuck an earthling
We’re going to fuck you up, you know it very well
I penetrate their aerial space (yeah)
As soon I got out of the slammers
I spit on the grass-field like an Algerian (Benzo)
The grass will be greener, bastard
I’m living in the future, I’m a raëlian
Bring out the midgets, Patrice is coming
I’m an Israeli Glock in the hands of a Palestinian