Sexion d’Assault – Balader (English lyrics)

Masta na nga, Masta na nga, Masta
Masta na nga, Masta na nga, Masta
Masta na nga, Masta na nga, Masta
Masta, Masta, Masta…

1rst verse (Maitre Gims) :
At first, I started making music to impress the schoolgirls
Then, I started doing it to impress the high school girls
Then, someone whispered to me that I could become numero uno
Some were even saying that we could link up
I went from anonymity to the social evenings
I don’t really like caviar, leave me my plate of penne
I arrive in a sports car, impolite, I stir up hatred cousin
Nothing but unusual texts, I’m solid, I’m no longer the same

Chorus (Maitre Gims) :
So I’m taking a stroll
Taking a stroll (yeah)
A stroll
Taking a stroll (yeah)
I’m taking a stroll on les Champs Elysées
I said, I’m taking a stroll on Les Champs Elysées
I’m taking a stroll, taking a stroll (X3)
I’m taking a stroll on Les Champs Elysées

2nd verse (Barack Adama) :
First of all, it’s 1 for our loved ones
Fuck all the others
I work everyday
Sene-senegalese, I would like to have a Porsche and for my pockets to be full
My team of niggas harm bodies
So grow yourself some balls
I wouldn’t want for you to listen and then sue us
Apart from that, we’ll set you up
We’re no longer willing to work for an other man, or to be always treated like dogs
The days where we would zone around without cash are over, brother
Just know that, the friends of my friends, don’t worry, they all eat
I’m a real Parisian you recognized the accent
Flossing, money
Tell them that we can’t live without them
In the city of fast cars, we dominate without making any action
No, there’s nothing illicit anymore, I think we learned the lesson
We’re no longer up to no good, you’re sour, you don’t like that
Because it’s over, we’re no longer killing each other, dammit !
And to top it off, we want to make money, and become princes
We get the money out the pockets, even from those of the stingiest people, so…

Chorus (Maitre Gims) :
So I’m taking a stroll
Taking a stroll (yeah)
A stroll
Taking a stroll (yeah)
I’m taking a stroll on les Champs Elysées
I said, I’m taking a stroll on Les Champs Elysées
I’m taking a stroll, taking a stroll (X3)
I’m taking a stroll on Les Champs Elysées

3rd verse (Lefa)
Fool (No)
I’ll even go as far as calling you dumb
Trying to trip us
You fucked up your sneakers
Wati B, new T-shirts, no tracksuits
New texts, and so, no sweaty baseball cap
Sup’ Boss, double gold album according to the headlines
Don’t change nothing, fuck all the electronic gadgets
No this is solid
You guys are light
We’re sports car
You guys are sledges
We’re comparable to the deluge
You guys are the victims that seek refuge (Ha)
Paranoid, psychopath
I would like to take a stroll on les Champs without the cops following me

Interlude (Maitre Gims) :
I’m taking a stroll

4th verse (JR O’Chrome) :
In the streets of Paris in a Cayenne
I’m on fire
I come through with the team and the homie Zied
Wait, there’s Chico, les Maréga rue des Coquillères
I’m boiling on the inside
There’s bitches and people near la Fayette
(Me I’m going to chill), On the chic corners don’t worry
Roll a spliff, if the cops are there, we’ll take off
2 seconds, come on Miss please, what si your phone number so I can call you
Music blasting on Boulevard Haussman, it’s booming on rue de la Paix

5th verse (Black Mesrimes) :
I was the little jerk that the cops loved to harass
Always smirking when they would tell me to go against the wall
A little piece of hash, always in my pocket
People would tell me “Don’t mess with the streets or she’ll give you a left hook”
I wanted to take a stroll, take a stroll
But if anybody broke my balls, I was ready to cut his face
Don’t disrespect me when I’m kicking man
You’re nothing but my son, I’m like your father
“Break ya neck” instead of talking shit about us
After us, there won’t be anymore groups, only pom-pom girls
You-you keep asking yourself, if it’s Black M or Black Shady that is talking (Hu)
100 % big eyes, 75, I’m not from Harlem
If we go cristal, that’s cool, I need money for the crib, yeah
Get out the red carpet for us, we’ll go pray on it, yeah
I’m high off hash, I rhyme dirty, say it, you don’t have any choice
On the instrumental, I take strolls with too much swag

Chorus (Maitre Gims) :
So I’m taking a stroll
Taking a stroll (yeah)
A stroll
Taking a stroll (yeah)
I’m taking a stroll on les Champs Elysées
I said, I’m taking a stroll on les Champs Elysées
I’m taking a stroll, taking a stroll (X3)
I’m taking a stroll on les Champs Elysées

Outro (Lefa) :
(Me I’m going to chill out) Don’t worry Barack we’ll link up
(Me I’m going to chill out) Don’t worry Black M we’ll link up
(Me I’m going to chill out) Hmmm Gims we’ll link up
(Me I’m going to chill out) JR we’ll link up
(Me I’m going to chill out) Maska we’ll link up
(Me I’m going to chill out) Petrodollars we’ll link up
(Me I’m going to chill out) L’insomniaque we’ll link up
(Me I’m going to chill out) Guys we’ll link up

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