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[Lyrics of Paris by Dizzy DROS]
[Intro]
Yeah!
Guess who's back again, it's Dizzy D baby, Haha!
Hey buddy, turn the volume up a bit
They want my old self back again, the one that used to blow them up with just instrumentals Face B
Suck this up!
[Verse 1]
God and my mother
Rap and no another
Dare to talk shit about my family
It'll turn into a crime scene
Self-made, a help from a pimp, we never went askin'
Before us, the Rap Game's made many cowards famous
Us, say it again, us!
Up in your a**, 3azzy is harder than a parked truck
When you see me, yell: “Yo! Wech” (Yell! Amine yell!)
You do know who comes to beat the newbies
The one who stamps a**es
Since the days with Khalid Douache

[Pont]
Hey guys, will someone explain to me what's going on
I lay my eyes on rappers, I see that everyone's become soft
One raps about his girlfriend, and the other argues with a prostitute
You don't have balls to rap or what?
Message delivered!
[Couplet 2]
We come from Jouilla and bad streets
A palace and white socks, and education I skipped
Reckless kids, for 12 years they've around the tobacco store
And another 12 years, you gonna hear from them in jail
I was the mastermind in my hood, from the addiction world I come out of it clean
I get into rap and I paint it all black because it looked fainted
All rappers look languished
And the old ones' quit
Slap a newcomer and the others will back off
Motherf*cker, you wanna a beef? Fine!
Come along with twenty Fagots
Because my little buddies would be enough to beat twenty of your kind
And 20 years later when you wake up from your coma
Who you gonna see? Go ask Fallouja
(the one who screw you, whoreson!)
My buddy, in the game there's only one (raping)
And the others are just barking
Vote for me, I will throw a concert in the parliament
Gonna bring the minister who stutter, no one knows where she came from
I'll make her warm for me two tablas (Taarija) and adjusted the violins to be in tune

[Pont]
Bitch, bitch! What are you doing in the parliament? Bitch!
Hahaha, oh shit
You've been deceiving us all along
Aren't you done yet? Now it's our turn to pay you back
(F*ck you all)
[Couplet 3]
In only God and my shadow, I'm trustin'
My passport, money in my pant's pocket holdin'
Bouzebal not in my mind
Welcome to my world
Praying, Raping, Eating, my homies smokin'
Grind (the cannabis), Roll the joint, light it, fast pacin'
Motherfu*ker, pay attention!
Even if you keep rapping for seven years
3azzy will still rule your neighborhood, and his music will be heard in your room
In a year I reached the top, I did it all effortlessly
And Bouzebal keep saying “you're not a dark-skinned”
The rap journey is tough, kiss an a**, and it's all set
Rap's earning won't even fill a wallet
Wipe your a** with your AdSense money, you have hundreds
Of views, yet you earn two pennies
And yet you braggin'?!
Shit, I got the flow of the Asmai
Open the book of wonder, you gonna see me buddy
When I beat the shit off a pimp, It'll make a hustle
The UNICEF would show up yelli' “3azzy is rebellious in Paris”
Fu*k the Pen Marine
I'm gonna gather boys to go to Elysées wearing Moroccan Belaghi (“Balghas" heelless slippers made from leather)

[Pont]
Hahaha, yeah! That last line was from the top of my head
F*ck it, keep it
[Verse 4]
I learned two things, never let go my right (nah bitch)
Haters will always be filthy, no matter how many you cleaned 'em (nah bitch)
Miss with my earning and I will wipe you off (yeah bitch)
Our heart is white clean even though we grow up with the filthiest (wlad lblad)
I wasn't born with a golden spoon in my mouth, your sister kissed me at Koumi's house, and brought along two prostitutes
Rappers are so much like puppets, they crowd in buses
They rap about money, fu*k they're broke and can't even afford a buss ticket
(You're really hilarious)
Fu*k a sucker MC
I will go to the bank and take fifty stacks of money, and disappear five years, fu*k
Fu*k the SMIG and fu*k the men in suits fu*k
Fu*k chilling in the neighborhood and fu*k Sweden
Fu*k being out of place, I want to get rich and go back home
Where there's delicious food
And send my parents to do Omra, and I'll remain in the hotel suite

[Outro]
Yeah, let's go, that would enough for them
That would enough for them!