MISTER YOU – La Costa (English lyrics)

Intro :
Yeah, my friend, you’re not part of the fam’
Ghetto guy with scars for life
Yeah, my friend, you’re not part of the fam’
Ghetto guy with scars for life
I made to many assists, now, it’s time for me to score
Nabz, nigga, what’s up ?
Eh

1st verse :
I smoke nothing but good shit, my teeth were yellow
I saw that death was dirty and that anger was pretty
At the police station, I’m always angry, I deny the facts
I walk bakwards in my head but I didn’t get any younger
We’re gonna put it in your skull, we won’t aim for the legs
Our mothers are looking for jobs, the kids went out to rob
I’m going to shit on all of them after having cofee at breakfast
I’m going to quit rap, I swear, when the uncles will start fasting
I don’t give a fuck, it’s midnight on the Rolex
You guys know Youness in hash, in flesh, and in cash
Don’t think that we over do things, the dahwa, is nothing but grease
We don’t take the subway anymore, this is 6.3 litre rap

Chorus :
My child hood memories, hash, weed, coke, crack
Belleville, Place D, Barbès, Stalingrad
Police raids, the cops pointing their guns at you
Arrests, we don’t know each other
At the new comers unit : bums, brothers losing their minds
Intervention : the cops that tackle you down
In the slammers, things are hard, you don’t even have a kit kat
Arrived in prison, all your plans fail

2nd verse :
You have to be careful, of the bad dogs, we never miss an occasion
We play like a bunch of low lives, on laisse des baraques occas’
We sell weed and coke, some whiski and some coke
When I pull out the 11K, it’s not to give you a black eye
Bankrupt in the dark, you placed all your money on a bum
Your wife is waiting for you, you’re gonna have to come up with a lie
Your kids that are witnessing the scene won’t be able to do their homework
That’s the story of a life, I’m talking to you about what I’ve seen
I dream, I wish to visit the whole world
It’s Jean Michel Bazire that ruined the whole neighborhood
Stories involving diamonds, Cartier bed sheets
In the streets when you fall, there’s no stretcher bearer
I feel like taking a toke before you all leave
This is Le Grand Quartier’s mafia
Back where I’m from, when you sleep, you can get yourself (??)
I want some Louis Vuitton, some Dior and some Versace

Chorus :
My child hood memories, hash, weed, coke, crack
Belleville, Place D, Barbès, Stalingrad
Police raids, the cops pointing their guns at you
Arrests, we don’t know each other
At the new comers unit : bums, brothers losing their minds
Intervention : the cops that tackle you down
In the slammers, things are hard, you don’t even have a kit kat
Arrived in prison, all your plans fail

Outro :
We want money, we want money (X4)
Of course not, I haven’t changed (X4)
Today you feed them
Tommorow no one is gonna come save you
Ouh, yeah, yeah
You’re not family
Yeah my friend, you’re not family (X4)
Ghetto guy swith scars for life

MISTER YOU – La costa (English lyrics)

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