Rim’K ft Lacrim – Stupéfiant (English lyrics)

Intro (Rim’K) :
DZ Power

Intro (Lacrim) :
We lurked around during day times, ripped during night times
Jail, jewelry, insane ways of living
from the low life bum to the biggest scum bag
What else can we do but rap about our lives ?

1st verse (Rim’K) :
Celophaned drugs
We slang all year long, Amsterdam in the GPS
We unload the speed boat on the beach
Right in front of the toursits that were getting a tan
Bayern München on the tracksuit
We take one way streets riding CRFs
Weed, pure dope on the weight scale
Two three pieces of hash sold here and there
We grew up with holes in our pockets
we’ve been selling drugs since our school days
Tell the police officer to shut the hell up, motherfucker
We wear ski masks on our id pictures
We scare away kids and wives
I take a can at the grocery store
I roll me up a lil one for the ride, 2:30 on the highway
You can retrace our whole lives with all the recorded conversations
We’ve all already been in front of the judge
We’re all ex convicts
I’ve got rings, MVP from Vitry
Certified gold since way back
I’ve got hash under my claws
12 years old wine if I ever get depressed at night
At 16 I discovered the coffee shops
And the whores behind the windows

Chorus (Rim’K & Lacrim) :
Some dope for the fiends
Some pure shit in the boiling water
We cop the weed in Holland
Narcotics, narcotics
I’m cooking up some crack in the pot
I put the pure white in the boiling water
The connect comes from Tarifa
Narcotics, narcotics
Some dope for the fiends
Some pure shit in the boiling water
We cop the weed in Holland
Narcotics, narcotics
Box of thirty, I slang the dope
Some pure shit in the boiling water
I collect the money at Ceuta
Narcotics, narcotics

Bridge (Rim’K) :
Dirty music
Pour charger une porteuse à Malaga (??)
I take the big boulevards
Only bitches know how to do the jazz split
I dismount, remount, clean, remount, my assault riffle
Neat Whisky, no ice, they call us big fishes

2nd verse (Lacrim) :
Tell them homie, like in Cobra
Eastern weapons, no tough guys
You’re from the 9-4, you’ll get charged
Insane sentences, your name on contracts
Dis-leur Ppros, appelle ce carrosse (??)
We don’t start shit, we just spray you on the spot
Things aren’t rosy, our kids are ferocious
We’ve got freebase, some dope, the prices are on the rise
We fucked them over, unexpected blood loss
Cut off all the pipes
I’m on the corniche, son of a bitch
I’m having myself some fine wine and your mom for diner
Melody born, homie, tell me
Tell them that our goal was to rob and sell drugs
Always motivated, the good guys identified
Rim’K, Lacrim certified
We made a kililng since bousillé
fired shots from our sawed off shot guns
You fucking transexuals, looking at the flag
Is like trying to teach us how to rob
There’s gold bars, suitcases filled with dope
You get shot up while you’re in your car
And of course we’ve got draco AK47s
It’s not in our caves
That we burry our loot, rlah, rlah

Chorus (Rim’K & Lacrim) :
Some dope for the fiends
Some pure shit in the boiling water
We cop the weed in Holland
Narcotics, narcotics
I’m cooking up some crack in the pot
I put the pure white in the boiling water
The connect comes from Tarifa
Narcotics, narcotics
Some dope for the fiends
Some pure shit in the boiling water
We cop the weed in Holland
Narcotics, narcotics
Box of thirty, I slang the dope
Some pure shit in the boiling water
I collect the money at Ceuta
Narcotics, narcotics

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