Lunatic

[Intro - Akon]
Akon and Booba, yeah!

[Verse 1 - Booba]
August 18, 98, B.2.O.B.A. locked up in the 78
Lunatic since birth
A.L.I. you have all my gratitude
Living in war, dying in peace
I write my punches in a cell, young district, Building B
I do push-ups like in the legion
30 months locked up in the chicos, I'm at home like in the hebs
Sentenced for aggravated theft
First album of the FF, Ärsenik helps me scratch
A few reports, a little solitary
I'd sell my soul for a pair of tits
I miss the zoo, I'll know later
Who's who, everyone has mostly forgotten me
Let them believe I won't go anywhere
Frog will become a prince, fuck his mother my water lily

[Chorus - Akon]
I stay untouchable when I roll up
Just wide open and I ain't gone high
Raised in the streets, Dakar to New York
'Cause that's how many niggas lose their lives
'Cause I'm a lunatic, a lunatic
The type of nigga that don't let be fried
I'm telling you now, it ain't nothing to load up
And blast you monkass bright daylight, yeah

[Verse 2 - Booba]
2000 finally free, Hauts-de-Seine my balance
Hand on the heart, the other on the caliber
Mauvais Œil will be a classic
Lunatic, 9.2.I. the name of my crew
Gold record independently, the first to do it
I'm not a knight because I had to kneel
The street doesn't let us go
Skyrock etc. don't play us
They want us to change our words, go away
I have a big car, big bitch, plasma screen
I have clean money, dirty money
They want to boycott us, destroy us, but I have the mindset
I think about leaving France, hoes down, G's up
I hit the road even if bad luck hits me
Always flirting with crime
Reincarcerated for attempted murder

[Chorus - Akon]
I stay untouchable when I roll up
Just wide open and I ain't gone high
Raised in the streets, Dakar to New York
'Cause that's how many niggas lose their lives
'Cause I'm a lunatic, a lunatic
The type of nigga that don't let be fried
I'm telling you now, it ain't nothing to load up
And blast you monkass bright daylight, yeah

[Verse 3 - Booba]
I'm coming out of jail again
I got lucky, Yann Le Bras you have my big up
I have a big S on my T-shirt
For Senegal, Eastern weapons in my pick-up
My label worries me
Dark future, city rat, I'm leaving the ship
As many vices as a guy from Luth
I have Hulk's shorts, Luke's strength
Alone I must fight
I have a war axe, don't come search my hut
Pont de Sèvres is the hive
If the ghetto has a tail, it's for the commissioner to suck
It's time for me to make big money
In temporary, it's time for me to make changes
I'm in my diaspora, hard shit, terrific
Feel me in your chest, Tallac Records

[Chorus - Akon]
I stay untouchable when I roll up
Just wide open and I ain't gone high
Raised in the streets, Dakar to New York
'Cause that's how many niggas lose their lives
'Cause I'm a lunatic, a lunatic
The type of nigga that don't let be fried
I'm telling you now, it ain't nothing to load up
And blast you monkass bright daylight, yeah