JCVD

Wants to carry guns
And the muscle like Jean Claude Van Damme
I smoke the weed from Amsterdam
The good stuff that gets you high

You want the good shit, the kid crushes two Tylenol
If you mess up in the game, the kid will come back armed on a bike
I smoke tons (nanana) and I mess around (nanana)
I know I surprise you (nanana) another album (nanana)
I’m no longer in the zone (nanana) I’ve split (nanana)
My heart (nanana) I’m out, that’s it (nanana)
Bag in the Quechua sack, flip-flops drying out
I want to roam at night, but in life, you gotta make choices
Will they be there at my funeral? I made some cash, it left me
It hated me, brought me down, I deserved some spankings

You tell me your problems, I’ve got my own
They hate me, they love me, it’s jealousy
They reap what they sow, I’m like them, so me too
Tell me what bothers you, I say what I live
I say what I live
I say what I live
I say what I live

Wants to carry guns
The muscle like Jean Claude Van Damme
I smoke the weed from Amsterdam
The good stuff that gets you high

Wants to carry guns
And the muscle like Jean Claude Van Damme
I smoke the weed from Amsterdam
The good stuff that gets you high

Sometimes I pass through the area, memories come back
The good times in the neighborhood, before the cash started coming
I don’t have the salary of a ball player
I don’t have two tigers in the living room yet
I haven’t changed, I still represent
Tarascon, La Farlede, Baumettes, Luynes, Salon
And while walking, it works the pecs
Just talking can take heads off
Just one snitch and the guard will break them
Just one snitch and the guard will break them

You tell me your problems, I’ve got my own
They hate me, they love me, it’s jealousy
They reap what they sow, I’m like them, so me too
Tell me what bothers you, I say what I live
I say what I live
I say what I live
I say what I live

Wants to carry guns
The muscle like Jean Claude Van Damme
I smoke the weed from Amsterdam
The good stuff that gets you high

Wants to carry guns
And the muscle like Jean Claude Van Damme
I smoke the weed from Amsterdam
The good stuff that gets you high

I smoke tons (nanana) and I mess around (nanana)
I know I surprise you (nanana) another album (nanana)
I’m no longer in the zone (nanana) I’ve split (nanana)
My heart (nanana) I’m out, that’s it (nanana)

You tell me your problems, I’ve got my own
They hate me, they love me, it’s jealousy
They reap what they sow, I’m like them, so me too
Tell me what bothers you, I say what I live
I say what I live
I say what I live
I say what I live