Y'a...

FENIKSI: I put a bag on the left: left post.
Another on the right: right post
Let everyone get off
the ladies, big bellies, and the crews...
you're not Okocha
your real name is Hakim
you confuse tackles and high-kicks
don't have nikes but haikis.

VICELOW: We're gonna win the game
macho players in wrestling
to victory we'll claim even if it's tough
you're leaving
In the dream team or in front of your dreamcast
the crime of defenses
Vicelow, Feniksi

FENIKSI: 3, divisions of my crew are set up
2, you have visions: in front of you the dreadlocks are
1 body feint and you're injured on the ground
don't blame it on too much Bailey's.

VICELOW: Try to be less selfish (OK)
Even if the team is scattered (SAIAN)
It's the collective that must break through the defense of these pigs
Bondy, Noisy, Bagneux, Sarcelles, Montrouge are the kings of this sport.

CHORUS: There's Vicelow: left forward - Feniksi: right forward - Samuel: goalie
It's the SAIAN SUPA
It's a massacre and to beat us forget it:
Your account is good, baby the account is good.
Mic buddah: right midfielder - Kesia: left midfielder - Specta: sweeper
SAIAN SUPA
It's a massacre and to beat us forget it:
Your account is good, baby the account is good

LEEROY: No need to sulk, get moving, shake it off.
No somersaults
if you're disgusted, confused, you gotta listen to me
Here comes the feared team
No place for wimps
If we just conceded a goal, it's okay
If I resume the fight, it gets worse
The HQ in my team is the toilets

SLY: Sly the red-mountain, the ace of the ball
The man who works your salon players
Come on, I'm hungry from the heels...
Your team makes me laugh
from your attack my goal laughs
That's a joke
Even my balls are laughing...

LEEROY: Yeah, know that anything goes
for everyone it's all good
if you want the ball, um..., you're served
Your goal gets a hernia
Shouldn't have been flailing like Kermit
the street, if you're not up to par
We crush you like termites.

SLY: Thanks hop hop hop let's go team "ah" the guys "oh"
(shoo shooo shooo shooo shooooot houuuuuuuoooo)-Ah
You know I have the method
For my debut who's next? In the next episode

{to the Chorus}

SLY: Hey man bring the fat balls, here it's 6T football
If you're fat bill? no problem, in the goal, goal if you are

SPECTA: Foul! Wait, I haven't even started
I haven't even put on a t-shirt
Haven't even tied my shoelaces
You come tell me I've already broken one or two legs
you come hassle me with stuff from a year or two ago
it's true that I have an easy elbow
It's always my fault
did you see, people are fragile
on the field I can't let a ball pass
blue shorts, yellow nike sneakers for all to see

SAMUEL: It's muel-sa, no gloves installed in the ge-ca,
There's really no way the ball will pass
Tell yourself that before you face me
In the cages it's crazy
The area I reign in is mined
I defend this perimeter like my own son-mai
But if you have the courage to enter, be careful
I may be silent but don't underestimate me.

{to the Chorus}