Bien Guay (feat. Cráneo & Lasser)

I walk down the street really cool
If you're with me, you're high
I leave your mind in strike
So high, high, Wha!

I walk down the street really cool
If you're with me, you're high
I leave your mind in strike
So high, high

What you smoke is bad (wha, wha, wha)
You want to scratch me, like an expensive car
Flowers on the chest, like Frida Kahlo
Rasta Baggy against the villains

They stop me to ask
Where can you get some
And I'm like what?, find them yourself
I live in the Starsky and Hutch movie

I don't run out of material
I make bubbles inside the glass
I'm always at a festival
I'm always at a festival

I'm on the branch, tightrope walker, eh eh
Always hanging, it's obvious, wha, wha
I'm on the branch, tightrope walker, eh eh
Always hanging, it's obvious, wha, wha

Lots of color in my clothes
A.K.A. The Chameleon
I don't complain about what you do
Because I'm much worse

I floor it and the engine roars
Like in that action movie
They don't stop me at the checkpoint
And I board the plane drunk (skrr!)

Grab a beer, get pretty (yeah)
That shirt and those kicks
I don't plan more revenge
I know it'll pass later (woo!)

Your smile is a trap
I camouflage among the plants
Not a secret escapes me
A shot and a casualty, boom!

I walk down the street really cool
If you're with me, you're high
I leave your mind in strike
So high, high, Wha!

I walk down the street really cool
If you're with me, you're high
I leave your mind in strike
So high, high

Making money in pajamas
More laid back than Dalai Lama
You've left your mind closed
And your head in another place (uh, uh, uh!)

I don't care what you think
This pays off all the way (woo, woo!)
I'm living as I dreamed
Every day is a weekend, ah!

I walk down the street really cool (cool)
If you're with me, you're high (high)
I leave your mind in strike
So high, high (Sloth Brite)
Wha!

I walk down the street really cool (skrr, skrr!)
If you're with me, you're high (okay!)
I leave your mind in strike
So high (Sloth Brite)