NEFASTE – Bah oe mon pote (English lyrics)

Yeah my friend
Drop the beat so I can kill the [rap]game
Yeah my friend
Rap isn’t dead but it’s wearing neither any panties, g-string nor girdle
Yeah my friend
It’s often said that I only know how to do sad tracks
In the eyes of the others, before being someone I’m wrongful
Yeah my friend

Catch your breath, pork are downstairs
I put the twelve [12g hash] in my pocket and Pfiiiou I teleport myself
A flask in my throat, my vision is blurry
Electrical are those times
Business and friends do not mix well when you only think exposing the fact that you got money
Sadly, instead of counting bundle of cash you are going to count the clouts that you collect
We got seum [slang, means annoyed, angry, disgusted] since the tamagochis
As soon as I was little, the sheitan coached me
In order to not fall, you need to hang on
We are only good to teach our young ones how bicrave [slang, selling drugs]
Of lascar [slang, small thug, rascal], you got all the array : small blond wicks and a pair of Zanotti
You enjoy when the chtar [slang, police] is being roasted but at the police station they can make you sing on some Pavarotti
I’m neither appealing crime nor Apollo Creed
I leave this to junk MCs who cry when you’re not their girl friend anymore
Yeah my friend we deny en bloc, the punchs I took gave me stomachache
Come in my city you’ll see that the customers are flying and come down after two-three loopings
You’ve got your stash in your […], you’re smoke […] until disappearing
But bring a foot ball in the tieks [slang, hood] and you’ll see that this is Brazil (yeah)
Yeah, bring a foot ball in the tieks [slang, hood] and you’ll see that this is Brazil
(bring a foot ball in the tieks and you’ll see that this is Brazil, yeah my friend)

In my rascals’ heart this is Alaska (yeah my friend)
We want the last Classe A, tired of ayahuasca [weed] (yeah my friend)
In my rascals’ heart this is Alaska (yeah my friend)
We want the last Classe A, tired of ayahuasca [weed] (yeah my friend)

Four on a greek [kebab, sandwich], we learned to share
Living betwen biz[ness], vice and fights
Fight, a single glance can end up a serious story (yes yes)
My head, my heart and my balls don’t agree [among themselves]
Another night without sleep
Come and have a look in my Vapor Max, we know yoyos [system to pass stuff from a jailcell to an other through windows, done with rope and sheets] but not Annie Cordy [french singer singing a song called Tata Yoyo]
Even liars swear on the Mecca, welcome to my tieks, shit view
We fuck France, officer, this is me, I was on the […]
Here you break, you pay
If you’re not stupid you stir up money
I’m one of those suspects guys, with the back ultra-sweety [idiom, to break sweet on someone’s back means talk shit about someone when he is not there] (yeah my friend)
Do what I say and not what I do (eh eh)
You’ve got jdid [new, in arabic] sneakers but for cigarettes you have no money (yeah my friend)
Do what I say and not what I do (eh eh)
You’ve got jdid sneakers but for cigarettes you have no money (yeah my friend)

In my benks [slang, building] this is the Cannabis Cup
My khey [brother, friend, in arabic] is […]
Bitch don’t kiss me [la bise], stop
I know that for a fucking Snikers you could blow Stiffler’s dick
Your girl is sexy, sophisticated but you shouldnt relied on it
She makes you forget you complicated days but she have turn more than your lighter (yeah my friend)
Demoralized, too many death here
With all you blowjobs, you’ve got irritated throat
All stuck, often in the sight of the BAC [anti criminality brigade]
When we grow up in a deadend
We buy a rifle or we kill each other under the block [of buildings]
Here everything is dark, the moon, I want to touch it me (yeah my friend)
Meanwhile I only got hash on my fingertips (yeah yeah, yeah my friend)
My rogues are drowning (are they?)
Exept when armbands fish us out
You want a good twelve ? [grams of hash]
Don’t worry, the slab is flex
Liberty goes away when the schmidt [slang, cops] are following you closely (yeah yeah)
The young ones are living on what ? Nobody gives you food or a drink with a s’il te plait [please] (yeah my friend)
You can see me in the tieks with two-three faces and a Caprisun
We want to pull through, we can’t find any outcome
We’re staying authentics, we’ve got no hair staightener

When you get bored, you look at bitches on insta (yeah my friend)
High on one wheel with a joint on a stunt-bike (yeah my friend)
When you get bored, you look at bitches on insta (yeah my friend)
High on one wheel with a joint on a stunt-bike (yeah my friend)

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