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Genius English Translations - Booba 100 8 Zoo Feat Sir Doums Y Malekal Morte English Translation Lyrics

[Booba - 100-8 Zoo/ English Translation]

[Verse 1: Mala]
I don't write softness, maybe cause I live in hate
Even if I do it with all my heart, veinless, too much pain
Too much hanging around, things aggravated, a flow of lame ass grains
And during Christmas, I'm bored shitless, my group assassinates
Fakes get trained, help one another, without a break
With stars, check my army
And the heavy armed art, there's reason to be alarmed
As if they didn't know where my crib at
Everyone pull up anytime they want, my group assassinates
For a joint or to join me, just come see me in my Limousinе
Tops of the bill aren't missing herе, my group assassinates
If there's a problem, we draw the (...) hidden in the back, my group also got that

[Verse 2: Bram's]
My group assassinates the old fashionned way, put down ten bricks, you'll got a bloodbath
And I got what you need in the trunk if you got a plan
But it better pays 'cause we are a lot
Got more than one man and no models in my clan, never hungry 'cause we're grown men
If you complain, we run you down like crazy
Zero remorse, insensitive, even if your ass will be my target
Malekal Morte 92 I Kho
Here every shorties got the munchies but only bigwigs get fatter, nigga
The clock is ticking too fast, how cool is that when you're at the boss' place
Nothing left to do, if things get rough, protect your torso
Or will end up injured, shit are fucked up, ask Dorse, gotta leave
Malekal Morte, yeah it's Boulogne here
[Couplet 3 : Booba]
My group assassinates like cocaine raze motherfuckers to the roots
Rhyme on 100g when I got the mic I get called Danger
My troups are in layers, only foreigners, Lunatic network
Straight out of 100-8 Zoo Eazy on the mic Kho
It's the Middle Ages in the suburbs
No cash around and on the right path there's a toll
Nigga, it's the Bronx but 10 years behind at least
Some only dream of growing up with weapons on hand
And me, I watch the word slowly collapsing, where would we be
There should be more girls like Florence Rey
Apocalyptic, got no way out, too many dead I won't kill myself
Things are fucked up, I'm used to it

[Verse 4: Sir Doum's]
Somewhere inside me lives a cheetah since childhood
Love, my heart only produce a little
Maybe 'cause I'm 9.2 prototype
Testing us, who can? Every night we drink water on fire and when we get police checked at the traffic light
That we roll the window down, a strong urge to open fire
Famished like all those kids on ill-famed streets, where shots get fired at night
My quill get dipped in ink or pierce through your retina
9.2 the real team, we don't care 'bout your life, enjoying “Heat” like movies but celebrate Eid al-Fitr
My group assassinates you like the streets when you're naive
It's for our roots, for those who in front of badges does this same sign
Who dream seated, smoke on a joint or shared a mic with six homies
Boulogne Issy is worse than Croatia, our flows are too acid
My Khos witness everything when I pump my target full of lead
[Verse 5: Issaka]
You sell your hash, your dope, make your hoes walk the Bois de Boulogne
Let me do my business, move
You tell me "France, a free country"
Expect my convicted, get ready to eat lead
What?! You tell me “France feels better than Africa”
But do not forget, pussy, that all their money comes from our dead
Always at war, sound is truceless
I'm 92i vintage 73
I dream of putting a bullet in the head of a cop
That's for the Khos they took away from us, and for my group I assassinate
Take my 92i inhalation of lines of coke

[Outro: Mala]
My group assassinates
My group assassinates
My group assassinates
My group assassinates, my group assassinates