[Funky Piano]
[Intro]
Hun ! Check this out, for [?]
Check it, check it out, every-every go, yo !
Yop-yop, yop-yop, yo yop-yop
[Couplet]
Hun !
Here comes the man with the swing (with the swing)
[?] I'm singing with my Beatnuts, I [?]
Time to get serious
When I see a punk [?] I get furious
The wick-wick-wicked up [?]
Let's got my [?] to [?]
That's for those who refuse my music, is up the people
Made by the people
For the people, hey you're f**ing ! We're all equal
Don't play me no colour, and just call me brother
But if you mess around, you'll get smoked motherf**er, boom
... [?] before my paquet [?] my beat sounds better when I'm kickin' [?]
You better keep walkin'
Commin' from another land to bring the funky apples
They used to call me the Revolucien, that is the rebel
This french new yorka, Papalu !
The swinger, the french n***a who goes clic, like a trigger, damn
[?] about the funky style, I'm through in
Like Chuck Berry, I keep walkin', I'm rolling a blunt, so get me [?]
[?] september
Smokes 6 n***as, with a [?] in my chamber [?]
Excuse my french, but I'm [?]
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[From A Town Call Paris]
The one they called Lucien is rappin' sh** from ninety-three, ninety-four, ninety-ninety-more
Welcome to the neighborhood, it called the Wood (the Wood)
[?] no hood
[?] guns
I'm on my way to heaven, stick it up nones
Hip-hop get smoked in my neighborhood
He get trouble is goal, 'cause the times get cold
The beats like to do ya, just like the [?]
Not damn my head, to be such like a junky
But that's at the suburbs at Paris goals
And if you don't believe me, [?]
My man got shoted by a [?] for nothing
Looking for the [?], when I hear the cops laughin'
But hey yo, yo, look at my finger
He's right on the trigger, to [?] a punk, n***a
'Cause I ain't go like a duck
So walk like a duck, 'cause yo ! You are the luck [?]
[?] I get tired of the bullsh**
I take a who*e, take her home, take a nap and that's it now
I relax Max, I'm [?] fun tracks
The new jacks, so use the mic like tampax, get smacked
Just like on TV, they make Paris looks like everything drowsy
(It is not ?)
No, no, no, so I keep laughin'
It's alway talkin' sh** [?] black [?] nothing
That's like it is when you [?] money
And that's he used to be when I was schoolin' in Paris
(From the Zulu Nation, from a town called Paris)
Je continue, je f** mon nineteen-ninety-three
Pour la vieille école, les anciens, et tous ceux qui sont partis
Bang ! Bang ! Bang ! Goes my [?] if you play me too close
You get blown [?] mind
I start to flip, rip, [?]
Never trick [?] your lip
(Extra ! Extra !)
Oh yeah, I come bigger [?]
[?] a french n***a
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From the Zulu Nation, from a town called Paris
From the Zulu Nation, from a town called Paris
From the Zulu Nation, from a town called Paris
From the Zulu Nation, from a town called Paris
From the Zulu Nation
From the Zulu Nation, from a town called Paris, Paris
[Donkeys]
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