Coltellino (feat. Baby Gang)
Yalalay, yalalay (Tla3tli hnaya ly-lyrica)
Yalalay, yalalay (Rassi f’Mirikan w’Ana ba9i hna ha)
Yalalay, yalalay (Kan’souffri mamma Ya’mimma)
Yalalay, yalalay (Por questa vita stavo sotra)
Yalalay, yalalay
Yalalay, yalalay
Yalalay, yalalay
Yalalay, yalalay
Yalalay, yalalay (Hermano, tutto passa)
Yalalay, yalalay (Marocco come Colombia)
Yalalay, yalalay (È NPT che comanda)
Yalalay, yalalay (Giro solo senza scorta)
Yalalay, yalalay (In ogni bando, ogni bando)
Yalalay, yalalay (Non vedo, sento e non parlo)
Yalalay, yalalay (Da un gabbio a un palco)
Yalalay, yalalay (Da un palco a un gabbio)
Yalalay, le-le-le, le-le-le
Notti bianche e notti nere
Cazafonia la city, ouais, ouais
Tutto torna se è male o bene
Finisci a Chi l'ha visto?
Dove son finito? Mi sa a Copacabana
Vuoi stare con Baby? Sai che ti prendi il rischio
O che ti arrestano, o che qualcuno ti spara
Non ho mai problemi, ma purtroppo io mi immischio
Nei problemi degli altri perché a me la mala
Non mi fa paura, ho più paura del giudizio
Che mi posson dare, o manco quello, importa nada
Tl3atni hna ly-lyrica
Rassi f'Mirikan w Ana ba9i hna ha
Kan’souffri mamma Ya’mimma
Por questa vita stavo sotra
Yalalay, yalalay (Hermano, tutto passa)
Yalalay, yalalay (Marocco come Colombia)
Yalalay, yalalay (È NPT che comanda)
Yalalay, yalalay (Giro solo senza scorta)
Yalalay, yalalay (In ogni bando, ogni bando)
Yalalay, yalalay (Non vedo, sento e non parlo)
Yalalay, yalalay (Da un gabbio a un palco)
Yalalay, yalalay (Da un palco a un gabbio)
Bravi Ragazzi wesst blad terrikt Al Capone
Coltellino m’aiguiser da3ko f’la sacoche
Gucci l’3a9a f’petit récépissé, 9rib l Carcassonne
Kami beuh caramelisé, te7t l’parasol
Nta f’la vida 7arbi déguisé, b3id 3la la zone
Fash kenti barek kat’reviser tfit l’corazón
3erbi connu f’les Champs-Elysées w respecté f’ta zone
Chkon li gal shi nhar anbi3 albumati f’Amazon?
Fel époque ta3 Zeljko, siftet la coco b’escort
Pour billet vert comme Zelda men Casa tal Düsseldorf
F’rap Usein Bolt, normal kan’t3enna b’mes scores
Kola track 3endi fresco, ou ba9i ma chefti l’best-of
Gha bo7di l’espoir d’rap Maghribi bla s7our
Kan’doser nass ki l’ecsta, partout kan 3amer mes spots
Liberté l’Esco, ta7iya l’ga3 les expats
Ou zbi l’ga3 les ex-patrons, ou zbi l’ga3 les ex-potes
Solo a guardare quella tua faccia da cane
Come parli già si vede che tu pippi (Pippi)
Non ho a che fare con i tossici e puttane
Preferisco stare in giro con i bimbi (Bimbi)
E a raccontargli quando stavamo al verde
Per due spicci ci buttavamo nei rischi (Rischi)
Anche senza avere nulla in tasca
Eravamo, sì, contenti, ora ricchi e volti tristi (Tristi)
Yalalay, yalalay (Hermano, tutto passa)
Yalalay, yalalay (Marocco come Colombia)
Yalalay, yalalay (È NPT che comanda)
Yalalay, yalalay (Giro solo senza scorta)
Yalalay, yalalay (In ogni bando, ogni bando)
Yalalay, yalalay (Non vedo, sento e non parlo)
Yalalay, yalalay (Da un gabbio a un palco)
Yalalay, yalalay (Da un palco a un gabbio)
Yalalay, yalalay (Hermano, tutto passa)
Yalalay, yalalay (Marocco come Colombia)
Yalalay, yalalay (È NPT che comanda)
Yalalay, yalalay (Giro solo senza scorta)
Yalalay, yalalay (In ogni bando, ogni bando)
Yalalay, yalalay (Non vedo, sento e non parlo)
Yalalay, yalalay (Da un gabbio a un palco)
Yalalay, yalalay (Da un palco a un gabbio)
Little Knife (feat. Baby Gang)
Yalalay, yalalay (I came up with this lyric)
Yalalay, yalalay (My head's in America but I'm still here)
Yalalay, yalalay (We suffer, mama, oh mama)
Yalalay, yalalay (For this life, I was under)
Yalalay, yalalay
Yalalay, yalalay
Yalalay, yalalay
Yalalay, yalalay
Yalalay, yalalay (Brother, everything passes)
Yalalay, yalalay (Morocco like Colombia)
Yalalay, yalalay (It's NPT that rules)
Yalalay, yalalay (I roll solo, no backup)
Yalalay, yalalay (In every block, every block)
Yalalay, yalalay (I don’t see, I feel, and I don’t talk)
Yalalay, yalalay (From a cell to a stage)
Yalalay, yalalay (From a stage to a cell)
Yalalay, le-le-le, le-le-le
White nights and black nights
Crazy city, yeah, yeah
Everything comes back, whether it's good or bad
End up on 'Who’s Seen It?'
Where did I end up? Probably in Copacabana
Wanna hang with Baby? You know you're taking a risk
Either you get arrested, or someone shoots you
I never have problems, but unfortunately, I get involved
In other people's issues 'cause I ain't scared of the bad
I'm more afraid of the judgment
That they might give me, or not even that, it doesn't matter
I came up with this lyric
My head's in America but I'm still here
We suffer, mama, oh mama
For this life, I was under
Yalalay, yalalay (Brother, everything passes)
Yalalay, yalalay (Morocco like Colombia)
Yalalay, yalalay (It's NPT that rules)
Yalalay, yalalay (I roll solo, no backup)
Yalalay, yalalay (In every block, every block)
Yalalay, yalalay (I don’t see, I feel, and I don’t talk)
Yalalay, yalalay (From a cell to a stage)
Yalalay, yalalay (From a stage to a cell)
Goodfellas, the land of Al Capone
Little knife, I sharpen it in my bag
Gucci on the receipt, close to Carcassonne
Candy-coated, under the sunshade
You in life, a disguised warrior, far from the zone
When you were just reviewing, you were hitting the heart
A rebel known on the Champs-Elysées, respected in your zone
Who said one day I’d sell albums on Amazon?
In the era of Zeljko, I was moving the goods with an escort
For green bills like Zelda from Casa to Düsseldorf
In rap, Usain Bolt, of course, I was breaking my scores
Every track I have is fresh, and I still haven’t seen the best-of
Just holding onto the hope of Moroccan rap without a curse
I dose people like ecstasy, everywhere I fill my spots
Freedom for Esco, cheers to all the expats
And screw all the ex-bosses, and screw all the ex-friends
Just looking at that dog face of yours
The way you talk, it’s clear you’re a punk (Punk)
I don’t deal with junkies and whores
I’d rather hang out with the kids (Kids)
And tell them when we were broke
For a few bucks, we took the risks (Risks)
Even without having anything in our pockets
We were, yeah, happy, now rich and sad faces (Sad)
Yalalay, yalalay (Brother, everything passes)
Yalalay, yalalay (Morocco like Colombia)
Yalalay, yalalay (It's NPT that rules)
Yalalay, yalalay (I roll solo, no backup)
Yalalay, yalalay (In every block, every block)
Yalalay, yalalay (I don’t see, I feel, and I don’t talk)
Yalalay, yalalay (From a cell to a stage)
Yalalay, yalalay (From a stage to a cell)
Yalalay, yalalay (Brother, everything passes)
Yalalay, yalalay (Morocco like Colombia)
Yalalay, yalalay (It's NPT that rules)
Yalalay, yalalay (I roll solo, no backup)
Yalalay, yalalay (In every block, every block)
Yalalay, yalalay (I don’t see, I feel, and I don’t talk)
Yalalay, yalalay (From a cell to a stage)
Yalalay, yalalay (From a stage to a cell)