NISKA – Bon déja (English lyrics)

Intro :
Ouuuh, de la B
Yeah, yeah, yeah, nothing but-, nothing but- nothing but-
The projects, the projects, mean mean
Monsieur Sal, gang, eh

1st verse :
Why are they talking about me ? (gang) I came here to break jaws
Initially I’m rapping for my homies, I’m not here for the buzz
I’m not here for the buzz, if tomorrow I ever happen to fail, I’ll go sell weed (coke)
If you ever feel like screwing me over, do like all the others, queue up
The police, police, police, go tell all the fiends that we’re back
Impoli-poli-polite, you see me pull up on a T-Max, you know that it’s over (vroom)
Of course I understand what’s going on, I get played on the radio (nothing but dirt)
Evry, we’re the bad guys, the jackals that break jaws while pulling the alarm

Pre chorus :
I’m gang like Saddam’s son, I fuck them with no feelings
9-1 gang, we’re the real jackals, I start dancing right after the lead shower
Ba-ba-bang, we’re the real Charo that came right out of the Savannah (the jungle)
The SACEM satisfied me, hamdoullah I’m good right now

Chorus :
Bang, bang, bang, put your hands up you dirty traitor
The cops are on my ass, shit is crazy in the zone
Bang, bang, bang, put your hands up you dirty traitor
The cops are on my ass, shit is crazy in the zone
Yeah, it’s good, the kilos already arrived
Illegal substance, the product is priced
Yeah, it’s good, I don’t know what happened to me
I think I saw my ex getting screwed

2nd verse :
I’m tired of seeing you come through the projects without saying hello to us when we know that you’re a bitch (thot)
She’s been smiling more easily ever since she saw the mean looking nigga in his automatic (vroom)
And if things get out of hand, I’ll grab my riffle, I’ll grab my balls, and I’ll go counter attack
An expensive car, a luxurious house, what can I say ? I gotta survive the crisis (mean mean)
We grew up in crime, the rich kids don’t do la bise to us (never never)
15 000 euros for a feat, I’m gonna have to raise the price (make cash)
Making money is a must, my son has to keep away from welfare (keep away from having to work)
Making money is a must, my mother has to get off welfare
I’m the boss there’s no doubting it, new Yamamoto outfit
Fuck all your photos in your Ferrari, there’s no coco (there’s no petrol)
I know your boss, he sold drugs for me (he sold drugs for me)
My future enemy already slept in my house

Chorus :
Bang, bang, bang, put your hands up you dirty traitor
The cops are on my ass, shit is crazy in the zone
Bang, bang, bang, put your hands up you dirty traitor
The cops are on my ass, shit is crazy in the zone
Yeah, it’s good, the kilos already arrived
Illegal substance, the product is priced
Yeah, it’s good, I don’t know what happened to me
I think I saw my ex getting screwed

Outro :
Wou, de la B, whoring, gang
L’essone’geles
Ouh, gang, mean mean

NISKA – Bon Déja (English lyrics)

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