Mocro Mafia (part. Maes)

Mocro Mafia (feat. Maes)

Mocro Mafia (part. Maes)

DaveDave
Eh, eh, eh, ehEh, eh, eh, eh
Eh, eh, eh, ehEh, eh, eh, eh
Eh, eh, eh, ehEh, eh, eh, eh
ArtyArty

She's far away from the time when I hid the kilos of pills in the rear lights of the Clio 2E-E-Elle est loin l'époque où j'cachais les kilos d'pilon dans les phares arrières de la Clio 2
Gotta staple it, wrap the weed, there's good stuff, who wants some?Faut l'agrafer, emballer la beuh, y a d'la bonne frappe, qui en veut?
No holes, like an expert, I count, the aggressor will end up in the hospital, that's the real ironyAucun trou, comme un expert, j'compte, l'agresseur finira à l'hosto, ça c'est l'vrai comble
No one talks, only real graves, they think they can, they're real idiotsPersonne parle, que des vraies tombes, ils croient qu'ils pеuvent, c'est des vrais cons

Number one, who claims it? In winter, I collect the pollen, I fall in springNuméro uno, qui l'prétеnd? En hiver, j'récup' le pollen, j'tombe au printemps
I've known full-time dealing and others who acted tough but ended up whiningJ'ai connu bicrave à plein temps et des autres qui faisaient les chauds mais qu'ont plainté
Not happy if it goes platinum, worst case, I'll go lift the most plasteredPa-Pa-Pas content si ça fait platine, au pire des cas, j'irais soulever le plus plâtré
Wet road, tires skidding, it's your buddy who ends up on the groundChaussée humide, pneus qui patinent, c'est ton pote qui finit par terre

To have everything, you have to be ready to lose everything (everything)Pour tout avoir, faut être prêt à tout perdre (tout)
These fake thugs are not lacking in audacity (everything)Ces faux voyous manquent pas d'toupet (tout)
My brothers spin like tops (everything)Mes reufs tournent comme des toupies (tout)
We never change in front of groupies (groupies)Jamais on change d'vant les groupies (groupies)

To have everything, you have to be ready to lose everything (everything)Pour tout avoir, faut être prêt à tout perdre (tout)
These fake thugs are not lacking in audacity (everything)Ces faux voyous manquent pas d'toupet (tout)
My brothers spin like tops (everything)Mes reufs tournent comme des toupies (tout)
We never change in front of groupies (groupies)Jamais on change d'vant les groupies (groupies)

And I move away from the lossEt de la perte, j'm'éloigne
I dreamed that one day my wounds would healJ'rêvais qu'un jour mes plaies se soignent
New technology, new Uzi, new watchmakingNouvelle technologie, nouveau Uzi, nouvelle horlogerie
Too much loss, I dreamed that one day my wounds would healTrop d'perte, j'rêvais qu'un jour mes plaies se soignent
New technology, new Uzi, new watchmakingNouvelle technologie, nouveau Uzi, nouvelle horlogerie

I make money for my mother, for my motherJe fais la moolah pour ma mère, pour lwalida
Maghreb, Mocro, smoke shit, Ivory CoastMaghreb, Mocro, smoke shit, Côte d'Ivoire
It's not the street, the real one, you don't know the capitalC'est pas la rue, la vraie, tu connais pas la capitale
It's not the street, the real one, you don't know the criminalsC'est pas la rue, la vraie, tu connais pas les criminals

Number one, I don't speak Italian wellNuméro un, non parlo bene italien
They found me a Beretta, bro, but not the other threeMi han trovato una Beretta, fra', ma non le altre tre
Twelve years old: a bun, thirteen years old: a kilo and a halfDodici anni: una panetta, tredici anni: un chilo e me'
Fifteen years old to the older ones, I sold it to your father, ehQuindici anni ai più grandi, lei la vendevo a ton père, eh

Eh, no 3chiri, no khawa, dar beda casa bedawaEh, no 3chiri, no khawa, dar beda casa bedawa
Sel3a, ketama, Mo-Momo that pops wheelies on YamahaSel3a, ketama, Mo-Momo che impenna in Yamaha
Caliber .9 from Taha, click, clack, bangCalibro .9 da Taha, click, clack, bang
They only ask for Baby GangChiedono solo di Baby Gang

I don't know if you understood me, understand?Non so se tu mi hai capito, understand?
Five niggas on a RangeCinque negri sopra a un Range
3azzy, balala, balala, either you shoot them or they shoot you3azzy, balala, balala, o tu gli spari o ti spara
I carry bullets in a coffin like 50 CentPorto proiettili in bara come 50 Ce–

Like 50, no lifting, fucking rapper, I'm king, kingCo-Come 50, no lifting, rapper del cazzo, son king, king
I like money more than I love risksPiacciono i dindi più di quanto amo i rischi
You half-dissing meTu che mi fai mezzo dissing
I know how many hairs in your girl's pussySo quanti peli nella figa della tua tipa
How many tattoos and how many piercingsQuanti tatuaggi e quanti piercing
Don't act up, we'll make you bling, blingNon ti atteggiare, ti facciamo bling, bling
Don't act up, we'll make you (pow, pow, pow, pow)Non ti atteggiare, ti facciamo (pow, pow, pow, pow)

And I move away from the lossEt de la perte, j'm'éloigne
I dreamed that one day my wounds would healJ'rêvais qu'un jour mes plaies se soignent
New technology, new Uzi, new watchmakingNouvelle technologie, nouveau Uzi, nouvelle horlogerie
Too much loss, I dreamed that one day my wounds would healTrop d'perte, j'rêvais qu'un jour mes plaies se soignent
New technology, new Uzi, new watchmakingNouvelle technologie, nouveau Uzi, nouvelle horlogerie