ZOLA – 9113 ft SCH (English lyrics)

[Intro : Zola]
91 (south department of Paris), the TN, the bitumen, the motorbike, on my life, are as one
I don’t want to see neither the spoiled nor the teachers, the snitches anymore
The pussies, in our streets, all this shit, are as one

[Verse 1 : Zola]
Paname (slang for Paris) is hell in better, I keep my fingers crossed for my owns
You get your bag ripped off as your lighter falls asleep
Gears are shifted at the wheel, you go from bro down to friend
You go from bro down to friend if I see too much of your eyes on my racks
91, the TN, the bitumen, the motorbike, on my life, are as one
I don’t want to see neither the spoiled nor the teachers, the snitches anymore
The pussies, in our streets, all this shit, are as one
No heart under my Gucci shirt
Under my Gucci shirt I hide again another Gucci
Days pass and mind hardens
I take a puff of weed, I take a puff of hash and I fuck life, worries
Parc aux Biches School, playing with foam balls
Today crime pays so I’m in everything except in soft
Ennemies, you’re not at home so undress and do a dance
Hiding everything in the sink at 6:10 AM

[Chorus : SCH & Zola]
We come armed, put 10 bottles, blanc de blancs (expensive type of champagne)
The Phantom is badly parked on the Champs
9.1.1.3, 9.1.1.3
Big bottles, I send them
Bring a talkative, we leave him speechless
If it has to be redone, we do it 100 times
My banger is not cold-blooded

[Verse 2 : SCH]
1.3, concrete, network, KX, T-Max, R1, RR
The rentals, big cars, the RS
The bags, the CZ, the lasers are as one
You know, mes gâtés, QH1, QH2
We got hash and weed, too well packaged
Pythons on foreheads, knives under throats
Me, I want to take 10 minutes from the entrance to my door
You know we don’t pretend when we have to open a box and take out the tools
I don’t think we’re cursed, 10 grands in a blue jean
It says : “ Give me the cash register”
Hooded in the shop

[Chorus : SCH & Zola]
We come armed, put 10 bottles, blanc de blancs (expensive type of champagne)
The Phantom is badly parked on the Champs
9.1.1.3, 9.1.1.3
Big bottles, I send them
Bring a talkative, we leave him speechless
If it has to be redone, we do it 100 times
My banger is not cold-blooded

[Verse 3 : Zola & SCH]
If I have to, I’ll wash your four (deal area) and I’ll rewash it, tons of
Hash on the table of the cellar
Cops sticking to my ass like toilet paper when I stand up
After us it’s dead, there’s only liars, there’s no more replacements
North Marseille, A7 highway, everybody to plates
You say you have pure but it’s 0.7
It’s 0.7, shift paddles
Hein, North Marseille, A7 Highway

[Chorus : SCH & Zola]
We come armed, put 10 bottles, blanc de blancs (expensive type of champagne)
The Phantom is badly parked on the Champs
9.1.1.3, 9.1.1.3
Big bottles, I send them
Bring a talkative, we leave him speechless
If it has to be redone, we do it 100 times
My banger is not cold-blooded

ZOLA – 9113 ft SCH (English lyrics)