Jusqu'ici Tout Va Bien
Booba
So Far So Good
I ain't here to impress you, man, or to boost,
Don't give a damn if they all fear, I was born 2 km from where I hang around,
Lyrical low blows, listen Booba, give us a hand we'll rip your whole arm off.
I work for my people like Hi-Fi, terrify, believe us, go to the street, check it out.
Same scenes here, same hangout, same shit, same fries, 2, 3 bitches and 150 chains.
I'm in their hood, but in the dangerous Black corner.
Dangerous puffs, no jokes, guys, dangerous tagging, I want to get paid,
Listen to me, 6,000 bucks to work the whole month, I don't give a damn, me.
Me, I'm a rat like Luciano, paranoid level rare like a black guy playing the piano.
Go tell the pigs to alert the authorities, I'm forced to buy my freedom.
Life is tough but we bounce back here, nothing surprises me so far so good.
I'm kidding, I know how to change, I'm trying, nothing surprises me so far so good.
Gold and thugs hang out with few clean people, nothing surprises me so far so good.
Big bullets, crack, heroin, nothing surprises me so far so good.
My dudes don't give a shit, all are tagged, touch wood, steel, smoke it all, drink from the 16.
Do shows, no zeal, not there if no weed
None insist, I fight the 6.6.6.
Khaki camo tunic, unique MC acquired rhyme thanks to the crew otherwise who 92 i,
Sound for my people, lead in the legs, dude, chrome on the rims, I shine.
I saw nothing, heard nothing, doors closed, my fate is self-produced.
And if there's Mala, with the whole crew, it's not by chance, I wouldn't make it alone,
I repeat, can't you hear well or what? Nothing surprises me so far so good.
Life is tough but we bounce back here, nothing surprises me so far so good.
I'm kidding, I know how to change, I'm trying, nothing surprises me so far so good.
Gold and thugs hang out with few clean people, nothing surprises me so far so good.
Big bullets, crack, heroin, nothing surprises me so far so good.
Don't worry, soon we'll leave, to the States or Tunisia or elsewhere, as soon as there's money here.
Never weakened in New York, El Hadj, Arrach and Billy,
Cognac Alizé drink in the Phillies and you realized it was over.
My crew, pure, violent, weird, undefined,
Pathetic MCs, too low level, I think I'll start rapping with the old style.
In this world I respect those who put me in it, look at the state we've put it in, my friend it's not over so
put on your green, brown and beige outfit,
we make our sharps, we don't give a damn, we screw them.
Everything's piss in their tube, their sight is failing and I see layers in their trash cans,
precise, alcohol bottle with a rag, full throttle V6 whiskey in the bladder,
L.U.N.A.T.I.C. it smells like the C.I., peace?! Ah, come on, we don't do protests here.
Life is tough but we bounce back here, nothing surprises me so far so good.
I'm kidding, I know how to change, I'm trying, nothing surprises me so far so good.
Gold and thugs hang out with few clean people, nothing surprises me so far so good.
Big bullets, crack, heroin, nothing surprises me so far so good.
Yo Omar, no more nightmares, I live in the bubble, in my bubble
