Bande Organisée 2 (feat. SCH, Kofs, JuL, Alonzo, Soso Maness, Elams, Solda & Houari)

1.3 Marseille
Organized crew
It's the organized crew
13 Organized

And don’t squeeze me (Ah), I’m not taking that (Ah)
I park the iron in front of the palace (Ah), yesterday, I was on guard
It comes out with bags from the closet, thirteen eight on the coat
I’m near Cannes in the Huracán, with my bulletproof vest and my girl
It’s the Formula Sigue, I’m in Dior but it’s the hood (Han)
I break through the door like a battering ram, I cross the pit like Hallyday (It’s the S, motherfucker)
With my Italian doll on the sunny tip in the bubble
You act tough, we’ll cancel you, I’m not naive like an AI (Ah)
Black horse on a yellow background, yellow bull on a black background
Shake my hand with the left at the haba (Scoundrel), baby, notorious crook (Notorious crook)

I don’t do credit, give me the cash, darling Coco gives a kiss
Only bald spots like Zizou, it’s the Organized Crew
Marseille, 6.9, Aulnay-sous, please, get lost, you’re annoying me
Thanks, dad, for the strength, thanks, mom, for the love (Chokran)
Oh Lampedusa, I’m partying in Andalusia
She’s beautiful, her name’s Louisa, my girl, she’s jealous
1.3 printed on my back, oh yeah, my spoiled one
We never boycotted McDonald's, we robbed them

At the BDH, I’m allergic, I’m lifting them up like Balerdi
A warned man is worth two, I do it alone so go tell them
Me, it’s DP, not Kalenji, don’t call me Ju, we’re not close
It drives me crazy in traffic, I’m on the stretch at Valentine
1.3, AK, brr, coal, story, closet
Rap game, streaming, fuck it, we take hits, we fight
I come in tiki-taka, I swear, I make them all do the joga bonito
In Lamine Yamal mode, at my place the kids, they beat up
Let it grr, grr, 1.3 grr, grr
The game, I grr, grr and I leave in brr, brr

In an organized crew, it’s hot around here
Gotta have the mentality, grind like at the factory
In an organized crew, it’s hot around here
Gotta have the mentality, grind like at the factory
Oh, khapta, oh wow, oh woh oh
I hear the whines, oh whine oh
Dolce Fada, oh wow oh woh oh
Marseille way up high, up high

What’s the deal? (Eh) I don’t touch the baida (Eh)
Pour me some mint like Locatelli Paola’s eyes
On a high, I roll in on a Harley, hair frizzy like the Marleys
From south to north, I’m soaring over the game, I’ve strapped in, let’s go, let’s go
You talk for nothing, what’s up with you, huh? You talk for nothing
You know you’re talking for nothing so you won’t leave for nothing
We’re leaving the street for mama’s little heart
Mama’s little heart, for mama’s little heart
With my buddies on a sailboat, dancing the lambada
Going around the world, Maradona’s cigar

It hits hard like at Bellator (Ouh, ouh), beautiful, beautiful, let’s go out
By accident, third rapper with the most gold records (Gamberge)
We got everyone on board (Ouh, ouh), always full when we go out
In an organized crew, we made the Pussycat Dolls dance
I make the moms dance, the detention centers (Okay)
It makes me act up, I made them park (Gamberge)
We’ve gone diamond five times, the game is shocked (Ouh, ouh)
Tell them, we don’t have time, the claws scratch the floor (Okay, okay)

I check the manager at the entrance of the spot, aim for the head for ten thousand five hundred euros (Pah, pah)
Marseillais goes to Phuket, and Bangla road, it’s not the L2
B-S-T, B-A-C, go fast, I’m on Provence in the news (Ah)
Cinema, rap, podcast, I’m on Provence on the cover of premiere
Marseille camp of the French, in the streets of Harlem, here everyone’s bothering me
I offer Ricard to Putin and even the bottle, because it smells like trouble (Ah, ah)
And lift your hood for me (Ah), you’re in a grocery store (Ah, ah)
You take one for nothing (Ah) from a little one from the hood (Ah, ah)
And lift your hood for me (Ah), you’re in a grocery store (Ah, ah)
You take one for nothing (Ah) from a little one from the hood (Ah, ah)

In an organized crew, it’s hot around here
Gotta have the mentality, grind like at the factory
In an organized crew, it’s hot around here
Gotta have the mentality, grind like at the factory
Oh, khapta, oh wow, oh woh oh
I hear the whines, oh whine oh
Dolce Fada, oh wow oh woh oh
Marseille way up high, up high

As a kid, I dreamed of cash, I never played the Van Damme
I wanted a tight-lipped girl like the beautiful Bianca
We’re in it, in it, buddy, we’re here for the rent
We’re in it, in it, buddy, we’re here for the rent
I’m in my madness, in my ride, mom, I love you like crazy
I’ve got rage in me like Broly, I’m with J aka the machine, aka the UFO
Call if there’s 100k, we’re only here for the rent
We dodged the cops, in the neighborhood there’s gun sales

We’re real, we never boast (Hey), we go down, we climb the slope (Hey)
We come to shock the aunts, in [?] on the A7, benefit from sales (Hey)
Full throttle in the Golf 7R (Hey), we hit the gas, we make them quiet (Hey)
Not far from my neighborhood Felix Pyat, since I was a kid on the ter-ter (Hey)
Six in the [?], it smells like fights, the craziness, oh
We stay the same, Clio 2 or Lamborghini
Codo, [?], it smells like the end of the stream, send the warriors, warriors
Ask S and Houari, ask S and Houari

¿ Holà, qué tal? Very good and you?
I don’t have bulletproof vests, I’ve got my metal, that’s all
You know, it’s uno very (Ta-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta)
Hooded, gloved, it shoots on the 13
There’s sun, I park the car, meeting with a goddess
Back wheel, I’m out of the hood, her ass sticks out of the GS
In the neighborhood, there’s a helicopter, it’s crazy, electrico
It approaches if she’s cool, meeting tonight at eight-closed
All this has tired me, I put two points on Mbappé
The whole Euro, he didn’t score, ya zebi

In an organized crew, it’s hot around here
Gotta have the mentality, grind like at the factory
In an organized crew, it’s hot around here
Gotta have the mentality, grind like at the factory
Oh, khapta, oh wow, oh woh oh
I hear the whines, oh whine oh
Dolce Fada, oh wow oh woh oh
Marseille way up high, up high

1.3 Marseille
Organized crew
It's the organized crew
13 Organized