Niska – Boug mwen (English lyrics)

1st verse :
My homies are hollering
My bitches are hollering
There’s pieces of hash’ in my ash tray
We’ll clean you out if you come around here trying to shine (trap house, trap house)
The son of a worker, now there’s nothing but hollidays on my calendar
Long live the money, la monnayer (??)
My hourglass is filled with cocaine
I’m sitting in the plane, my ass is hurting
Fort de France, we’re living good
Six balles cash le kilo d’sèche (??)
The guys back at Barbès would consider this to be paradise
I’m with my homies and my fellas
I repeat : with my homies and my fellas
We’ve been trough the struggle, thank god
You’ll only see me wearing neckties in my music videos, hamdoullah
We go to war for the profit
My girl doesn’t want us to see each other anymore because her father wants to cola (??)
How much of my homies turned out to be convicts ?
How much of my homies turned out to be drunkards ?
How much of those girls are whores ?
They hide their sins behind an islamic veil
I’m in the major league now
I sing at every award show
Sarkozy will be my hype man
François Hollande will play the guitar

Chorus :
My homies are hollering
My bitches are hollering
My homies are hollering
My bitches are hollering
My homies are hollering
My bitches are hollering
My homies are hollering
My bitches are hollering

2nd verse :
Sweetheart, my light skinned sweet heart
Sweetheart, my light skinned sweet heart
Open your heart to me or at least give me the key to get in
I’ll pay the dowry and I’l stick your father up
Baby, come let’s play doctor
Then you’ll go prepare me diner
Then I’ll waddle off
From now on, I’m an hetero-gestural
Everyday Korozifu busts his guns
We know that you’ve snitched, we didn’t see you in the court room
Your sister gets fuck by a bunch of little dudes despite the fact that people fear you
A contract, a contract in less than 48 hours
I’ll shove a bottle up in your ass, now, tell me, why are you crying ?
How much of these niggas that I already smacked in their faces ?
I commit sins, I beg you pardon my lord
We held our grounds, motherfucker
Saddly, no one scares us
No one scares us
If I pull my toy out, I know they’ll all get scared
I know they’ll all get scared
I’m done, this verse is over, it’s a wrap

Chorus :
My homies are hollering
My bitches are hollering
My homies are hollering
My bitches are hollering
My homies are hollering
My bitches are hollering
My homies are hollering
My bitches are hollering

Outro :
My homies
My homies are hollering
My homies
My homies are hollering
My bitches are hollering