MOHA LA SQUALE – Ma rue n’est pas à vendre (English lyrics)
Intro :
La Squale
Unique verse :
You start to blush as soon as we start talking about the street, I’ve been raging since I was little
You’re from the 16th arrondissement of Paris, take my phone chip, I’ll send a lil’ homie over for your (??)
One gram on my weight scale, La Squale is killing the competition
On the dope spot he has stamina, conceited, he’s been through a lot
And he never listens, we are the street, the streets sucks, there’s no fake diving around here
Your homie is dead, that’s the street, that’s the street for you, the cops are coming, you asked for it
I warned you, you won’t get any hashish during your prison visits
No one to talk to and your homies won’t be sending you any money orders
You’re doing push ups, you’re waiting on your release date, but you owe people money outside
You’re still there, still having doubts, you’ll be all alone in court
All you have is your heart under your leather jacket, mama is the only one you feel safe around
Mama is the only person around when things get hard, today I’m being strong for mama
Her, my cap and my bib between my dribble and the lawyers
All those times I was brutalized by the cops high off weed, tonight Momo is a bandit
I won’t be going home empty pocketed tonight, (??)
A gun pointed to his wife and I start to affirm myself
Give me the code and shut the fuck up, the projects aren’t no joke
Stay seated, I’m not done yet, some homies end up crippled
On a chair for the rest of their lives, you haven’t seen anything yet, I’m gonna devour you
And why are you looking at me like that, I’m gonna fuck you up, it’s evident
You better keep away from me and don’t invite me to any of your parties
I don’t like your fake smiles, Moha doesn’t know how to wear a tie
He’s skinny but he can kill you with his bare hands
He can eat you like a shrimp or throw your dead body in a pit
Those bitches hang around you for their own interest, the real guys are breaking their backs at their interim jobs
La Squale keeps everything to himself, the worries never end
I’m the hash’s intermediary, I didn’t want any now I’ve got two
My intention : making millions, I’m worth a few hundred thousands
You can get killed over a handful of euros, your gun comes from eastern Europe
People avoided me like the plague, now look at how they’ve switched
Bender you’re the best, we don’t forget about anything, we get used to things
Nothing has changed, my gun kills, the most loyal one is Calypso
Luna is my Khaleesi, I’m the only one that can caress her
I can’t describe her character, the fridge used to be empty
Panka smuggled the drugs in, his balls and his dick in the air
Behind my face I’m a straight wolf, above my head there’s nothing but prison sentences
The little kids are starving around here and the older guys are smoking each other
The streets isn’t a movie, all the prisons in France are full
The weed, the coke the MD, the cops the B.A.C and the OCTRIS
Welcome to my village, bro welcome to La Banane
I said *phht*, bullet to the head
Welcome to my village, bro welcome to La Banane
*pshht* bullet to the head
Welcome to my village, bro welcome to La Banane, La Squale
Outro :
It’s well done, thanks for having me Colors, we’re in this together
I said welcome to La Banane, *psht*, bullet to the head
Welcome to my village, bro welcome to La Banane
I said *psht*, bullet to the head jackal
Welcome to my village, bro welcome to La Banane, La Squale
The story is real, like Baader and his crew (X2)
MOHA LA SQUALE – Ma rue n’est pas à vendre (English lyrics)
So fast with the lyrics, thanks!
You’re welcome bro 🙂
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