Hors-saison
Booba
GENRE
[Booba - Hors-saison/ English Translation]
[Verse 1]
Fair-play in the low blows
I could write your text with my butt hole, open your mind with a ball bat
If I'm here it ain't a stroke of luck
Okay get it, I only got one joker, if I use it there's a stink of prison
Specialised without Princesse Aniès
B2O A.K.A the genie, who got out of a bottle of Jack Daniel's
They deny but theirs doping technique
Leaves sperm traces of every ethnicity in the esophagus
Alcoholized so full of alcohol, double-quick
Pigs installed speed cameras until the Colisеum's door
The zoo, B20 you know who but you don't like much
'Cause it's hami, it scarеs brats and grannys
Our dance floor a tatami, EnemyoftheState.com
Hurt, let 'em talk in a bad state
The instrumental is smashed, to fight is useless
Be sure we' gonna clap everything, to doubt is useless
[Chorus]
Too much silicone in their heads, me I can't stick in their category
Off-season, I exist in the eye of the cyclone
I didn't came alone to the party, I count several canisters
No worry, I back up the gamble, the groceries and diapers
Everyone, stay in the theater until the end credits
It's pretty, cruel, sad, it's brutal
The bricks melody hurt, my tune ain't an icone
Off-season, I exist in the eye of the cyclone
[Verse 2]
Pass me some grass so I take off, change of decor
Kindly, I give the time in diamonds, ask politly
Original and ferocious, I don't know what they inhale
Drop your guard and your kid will be born at the orphanage
I'll go to final, fresh even in summer
Real, I'll stay, I always were
Time is a killer, for those who don't know me
I only fill checks I don't give a rat's ass of CSA
I have no room for error or else my contract blows
From Forum to Place Haute, my gang fires away
The dudes are hateful, chicks are charmed
They wanna burst our tyres, of course I'm armed
Most should capitulate, my flow gets them matriculated
The Desert Eagle gets them disarticulated
Kiddo I laugh of my struggles, but I don't wanna be your idol
It's the Hauts-de-Seine on the prod tah Snoop Doggy Dog
[Chorus]
Too much silicone in their heads, me I can't stick in their category
Off-season, I exist in the eye of the cyclone
I didn't came alone to the party, I count several canisters
No worry, I back up the gamble, the groceries and diapers
Everyone, stay in the theater until the end credits
It's pretty, cruel, sad, it's brutal
The bricks melody hurt, my tune ain't an icone
Off-season, I exist in the eye of the cyclone
[Verse 3]
If Kopp figures on top, don't think he turn his coat
Real, from north to south nigga, from east to west
I bought some GHB to put you at ease
One for those listening to me direct live of the pen
Bro I saw your picture into news items, that's ugly
That we sink so low, you return there as soon as you're liberated
Me I'm a city rat
Always up to do something stupid if you wanna steal my marbles kho
Ebony color, the asshole well isolated
The greater the challenge the prettier the victory
Off-season, I exist, persist and sign
Less hash into the shipment, no tune can resist
[Bridge]
Animal-Animalsons
Original and ferocious, pick up the phone
Tallac Records speaking, hands up so I go through your pockets
[Chorus]
Too much silicone in their heads, me I can't stick in their category
Off-season, I exist in the eye of the cyclone
I didn't came alone to the party, I count several canisters
No worry, I back up the gamble, the groceries and diapers
Everyone, stay in the theater until the end credits
It's pretty, cruel, sad, it's brutal
The bricks melody hurt, my tune ain't an icone
Off-season, I exist in the eye of the cyclone
Too much silicone in their heads, me I can't stick in their category
Off-season, I exist in the eye of the cyclone
I didn't came alone to the party, I count several canisters
No worry, I back up the gamble, the groceries and diapers
Everyone, stay in the theater until the end credits
It's pretty, cruel, sad, it's brutal
The bricks melody hurt, my tune ain't an icone
Off-season, I exist in the eye of the cyclone
[Outro]
Kho
Off-season, in the eye of the cyclone
Brrr!
Tallac Records speaking, hands up so I go through your pockets
[Verse 1]
Fair-play in the low blows
I could write your text with my butt hole, open your mind with a ball bat
If I'm here it ain't a stroke of luck
Okay get it, I only got one joker, if I use it there's a stink of prison
Specialised without Princesse Aniès
B2O A.K.A the genie, who got out of a bottle of Jack Daniel's
They deny but theirs doping technique
Leaves sperm traces of every ethnicity in the esophagus
Alcoholized so full of alcohol, double-quick
Pigs installed speed cameras until the Colisеum's door
The zoo, B20 you know who but you don't like much
'Cause it's hami, it scarеs brats and grannys
Our dance floor a tatami, EnemyoftheState.com
Hurt, let 'em talk in a bad state
The instrumental is smashed, to fight is useless
Be sure we' gonna clap everything, to doubt is useless
[Chorus]
Too much silicone in their heads, me I can't stick in their category
Off-season, I exist in the eye of the cyclone
I didn't came alone to the party, I count several canisters
No worry, I back up the gamble, the groceries and diapers
Everyone, stay in the theater until the end credits
It's pretty, cruel, sad, it's brutal
The bricks melody hurt, my tune ain't an icone
Off-season, I exist in the eye of the cyclone
[Verse 2]
Pass me some grass so I take off, change of decor
Kindly, I give the time in diamonds, ask politly
Original and ferocious, I don't know what they inhale
Drop your guard and your kid will be born at the orphanage
I'll go to final, fresh even in summer
Real, I'll stay, I always were
Time is a killer, for those who don't know me
I only fill checks I don't give a rat's ass of CSA
I have no room for error or else my contract blows
From Forum to Place Haute, my gang fires away
The dudes are hateful, chicks are charmed
They wanna burst our tyres, of course I'm armed
Most should capitulate, my flow gets them matriculated
The Desert Eagle gets them disarticulated
Kiddo I laugh of my struggles, but I don't wanna be your idol
It's the Hauts-de-Seine on the prod tah Snoop Doggy Dog
[Chorus]
Too much silicone in their heads, me I can't stick in their category
Off-season, I exist in the eye of the cyclone
I didn't came alone to the party, I count several canisters
No worry, I back up the gamble, the groceries and diapers
Everyone, stay in the theater until the end credits
It's pretty, cruel, sad, it's brutal
The bricks melody hurt, my tune ain't an icone
Off-season, I exist in the eye of the cyclone
[Verse 3]
If Kopp figures on top, don't think he turn his coat
Real, from north to south nigga, from east to west
I bought some GHB to put you at ease
One for those listening to me direct live of the pen
Bro I saw your picture into news items, that's ugly
That we sink so low, you return there as soon as you're liberated
Me I'm a city rat
Always up to do something stupid if you wanna steal my marbles kho
Ebony color, the asshole well isolated
The greater the challenge the prettier the victory
Off-season, I exist, persist and sign
Less hash into the shipment, no tune can resist
[Bridge]
Animal-Animalsons
Original and ferocious, pick up the phone
Tallac Records speaking, hands up so I go through your pockets
[Chorus]
Too much silicone in their heads, me I can't stick in their category
Off-season, I exist in the eye of the cyclone
I didn't came alone to the party, I count several canisters
No worry, I back up the gamble, the groceries and diapers
Everyone, stay in the theater until the end credits
It's pretty, cruel, sad, it's brutal
The bricks melody hurt, my tune ain't an icone
Off-season, I exist in the eye of the cyclone
Too much silicone in their heads, me I can't stick in their category
Off-season, I exist in the eye of the cyclone
I didn't came alone to the party, I count several canisters
No worry, I back up the gamble, the groceries and diapers
Everyone, stay in the theater until the end credits
It's pretty, cruel, sad, it's brutal
The bricks melody hurt, my tune ain't an icone
Off-season, I exist in the eye of the cyclone
[Outro]
Kho
Off-season, in the eye of the cyclone
Brrr!
Tallac Records speaking, hands up so I go through your pockets
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