Parisien du Nord

Watch out...
Ha, here comes the trio
For the remix
Talk to me, baby
Ha, Imhotep, Mami,
K-Mel
And here we go

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(Mami)
Like that, you betrayed me
Like that...
Hakada dertouha blya hakda
Hakda l'aabtouh blya hakda

On my face, you called me a foreigner
You should know this is my country, we’re here to stay
On my face, you called me a foreigner
You should know this is my country, we’re here to stay

{Chorus}

My little one, I’ve become a stranger, damn it
Yet here we are, this shit is messed up
My little one, I’ve become a stranger, damn it
Yet here we are, this shit is messed up

{Chorus}

(K-Mel)
Northern Parisian, first off, a hustler
A title in music, no passport needed
It’s all about the talent
Like the old man who made you struggle for years

Exploiting that
I’d be happy
To take a hit
I’m not violent
But after so many years at
5000 francs, it’s stale
And for the youth,
It’s a grind
No, you shouldn’t have made
The mistake, the assimilation
Anyway, these jobs aren’t just
Lowly vocations
The lesson to take away is whatever you say
Whatever you do
You’re hired as long as we don’t see your face
(ha ha)
I see young CEOs in their offices
Managing their businesses like they manage
Kilos (oh shit)
It’s not hard, I want to see "overachievers"
(speakers) on the walls
I want to see sisters as bosses or secretaries
Who get hired for their skills and not
For their looks
I finally want the youth to weigh in, to be real...

On my face, you called me a foreigner
You should know this is my country, we’re here to stay
On my face, you called me a foreigner
You should know this is my country, we’re here to stay

Hakda l'aabtouh blya hakda (like that)...
Hakda l'aabtouh blya hakda (like that)...
Hakda l'aabtouh blya hakda (like that)...
Hakda l'aabtouh blya hakda (like that)...
Hakda l'aabtouh blya hakda (like that)...