Rohff – La crème de la crème ft. Lacrim (English lyrics)
Intro (Rohff) :
It’s the mzé of all the Comorans
The Algerian Lacrim
9-4, the best of the best
1rst verse : (Lacrim) :
Hey, young fool, when you wake up
I cross the finish line
The places we enter, chico
Your brain couldn’t even dream of them
Stop your games, homie, why are you nervous ?
Guys like you, I’ve got them in my testicles
If you’re about to screw us, be direct, in the 9-4 it’s natural
Brother, I’ll take your car and drive it into a wall
Solvable, you come through I’ll pay you in pure
The street, the real one, appetite losses
And it’s been this way since the days where we would rob with our pacifier
This is for the stand up guys that I grew up with
That would tell you that we’re not liars
The misery, balls, stacks
Bullets, jail, body searches, robbers, and sellers
Yeah man, who do you trust
Brother, advance without making noise
Take a look at my dog, I give him food
Even with his muzzle, I don’t trust him
I don’t trust him, half of the rap game was in the bed
Can’t you see brother, that they’re sucking each other’s dicks ?
I’ve got homies that are dying, and you talk to me about worries ?
I wear PP, homie, why bother ?
I’ll let you leave the projects, I’l light your ass up at BP
You know my baby, we ride around on GPs
And if there’s any business, you know that I’m paying
Why contradict me ? we’ve got bags to fill up
Your war is the one of a dog house against our empire
You dirty son of a bitch, I know that there’s many of them
Your pussy stink but you wear Louboutin
Chorus (Rohff) :
No school yard’s heart in the the school of the street
The only place they ever did any shit was in their under wears
It’s R.O.H.2Guerre featuring Lacrim
You can milk our balls, this is the cream of creams
(What ?) The cream of creams
The cream of creams
The cream of creams
The cream of creams
You’re high off drugs, you want to spray the place up (E-E-E wa)
All night, bottles will be poppin(E-E-E wa)
2nd verse (Rohff) :
This is the summit of the street
All the scum bags are listening, even the cops
Album as loaded as a hash warehouse
Padre’s theory, thug’s practice
I can bear the sight of blood, Eid al-Acha cuttthroat
End up handicapped, snitch and I’ll cosign it
I do dirt properly, never in a rush
I take three or four lawyers, if I lose my temper, I’ll spray you up
We’re not turning soft, dirty, don’t move, we stand up for ourselves
I’m doing the roqya, the Jinns are integrating the humans
Under the charia laws, you would have to kiss my feet, I wouldn’t have anymore hands
You were making fun of me, I was sleeping outside with no money
They love me too much, they’re buying me dislikes on Youtube
Too much money and fat asses in tha nature confuses me
The little kids are doing dirt, I do the cleanings, and hits
Ak-47 in a mouth, I already did it
Don’t bite the hand that fed and slapped you
I’m in a Ferrari, they, they’re in a charette
Before I drop my verse, homie, they start to pray
I sold bars of hash, now I’m signing big cheques
Taking money, black and arabic, smashing fat pussys
Yeah my nigga, my fennec
Those traitors miss me, I’ve got caviar in my shwarama
Diggity diggity check, I forgive my low-lifes
Giving them a second chance, is giving them a second bullet
The prison guards in my pocket, fuck Rick Ross
Thanks to your social security’s number, we’ll jump you
Your first pistol whippin, you’re wearing pampers full of piss
BFM is waiting for me on the court house’s steps
I’ll make a killing like back in 46
Your sister diverted, like the kilos of coke at the 36
No one wil stop me from eating
Attention danger, the fire forged me
Chorus (Rohff) :
No school yard’s heart in the the school of the street
The only place they ever did any shit was in their under wears
It’s R.O.H.2Guerre featuring Lacrim
You can milk our balls, this is the cream of creams
(What ?) The cream of creams
The cream of creams
The cream of creams
The cream of creams
You’re high off drugs, you want to spray the place up (E-E-E wa)
All night, bottles will be poppin(E-E-E wa)
Outro (Lacrim) :
For all the brothers that are in jail
9-4 hold-up à la guitar
Hous’, Lacrim, 94