Lyrics of Lunatic - Booba, Akon

Lunatic (original)

18 août 98 b2oba locked-up dans le 78, lunatic depuis la naissance
A.L.I tu as toute ma reconnaissance
Vivre en guerre mourrir en paix, j'écris mes punchs en cellule quartier jeune
batîment B
J’fais des pompes comme à la légion, 30 mois ferme dans les chicos j’suis au
hebs comme à la maison
Condamné pour vol aggravé, premier album de la F. F, Arsenik m’aide à gratter
Quelques rapports, un peu de mitard, j’vendrais père et mère pour paires de
nibard
Le zoo me manque j’saurai plus tard qui est qui, tous m’ont oublié pour la
plupart
Laisse-les croire que j’irai nul part, crapeau devenu prince nique sa mère mon
nénuphare
I stay untouchable when I roll up
Just wideet open and I ain’t gone high
Raised in the streets, Dakar to New York
'Cause that’s how many niggas lose their lives
'Cause I’m a lunatic, a lunatic
The type of nigga that don’t let be fried
I’m telling you now, it ain’t nothing to load up
And blast you monkass bright daylight, yeah
2000 enfin libre, haut de seine mon équilibre
La main sur le coeur mon l’autre sur le calibre
Mauvais oeil sera un classique
Lunatic 9.2 I le nom de ma clique
Disque d’or en indé (indépendant) premier à l’faire
Je ne suis pas chevalier car il fallait mettre l’genoux à terre
La street ne nous lache pas, Skyrock ect ne nous passe pas
Ils veulent qu’on change nos propos, allez casse — toi!
J’ai grosse voiture, grosse biatch, écran plasma
J’ai argent clean, argent sale
Ils veulent nous boycotte, nous détruire, mais j’ai la mental
J’pense à quitter la france (anglais…)
J’prends la route, meme si la mal chance me heurte
Toujours avec le crime je flirt, réincarcéré pour tentative de meurtre!
I stay untouchable when I roll up
Just wideet open and I ain’t gone high
Raised in the streets, Dakar to New York
'Cause that’s how many niggas lose their lives
'Cause I’m a lunatic, a lunatic
The type of nigga that don’t let be fried
I’m telling you now, it ain’t nothing to load up
And blast you monkass bright daylight, yeah
Je reressors de taule, j’ai eu chaud au cul, yan Lebrasse a mon big-up
J’ai un gros S sur mon tee-shirt, pour Sénégal arme de l’est dans mon pick-up
Mon label me préoccupe, sombre avenir, rat des villes j’quitte le navire!
Autant de vice qu’un mec du, j’ai le short de hulk, la force de luc
Seule je dois mener ma lutte, j’ai hache de guerre viens pas perquisitionner ma
hûtte
Pont de sèvre est la ruche, si le ghetto a une queue c’est pour que
l’commissaire la suce
Il est temps que j’fasse du gros biff, en provisoire il est temps que j’fasse
des modifs
J’suis dans ma sens moi dans ta cage thoracique Tallac’s record
I stay untouchable when I roll up
Just wideet open and I ain’t gone high
Raised in the streets, Dakar to New York
'Cause that’s how many niggas lose their lives
'Cause I’m a lunatic, a lunatic
The type of nigga that don’t let be fried
I’m telling you now, it ain’t nothing to load up
And blast you monkass bright daylight, yeah

(translation)

Aug 18, 98 b2oba locked-up in 78, lunatic since birth
A.L.I you have my deepest appreciation
Live in war die in peace, I write my punches in the youth cell
building B
I do push-ups like at the legion, 30 months firm in the chicos I'm at the
hebs like home
Sentenced for aggravated theft, first album of the F. F, Arsenik helps me scratch
A few reports, a little mitard, I would sell father and mother for pairs of
boob
I miss the zoo I will know later who is who, everyone forgot me for the
mostly
Let them think I'm going nowhere, toad turned prince, fuck his mother my
water lily
I stay untouchable when I roll up
Just wide and open and I ain't gone high
Raised in the streets, Dakar to New York
'Cause that's how many niggas lose their lives
'Cause I'm a lunatic, a lunatic
The type of nigga that don't let be fried
I'm telling you now, it ain't nothing to load up
And blast you monkass bright daylight, yeah
2000 finally free, top of the seine my balance
Hand on heart my other on the caliber
Evil eye will be a classic
Lunatic 9.2 I the name of my clique
Gold record in indie (independent) first to do so
I'm not a knight because you had to get down on your knees
The street don't let us go, Skyrock ect don't pass us
They want us to change our words, go fuck yourself!
I have big car, big bitch, plasma screen
I have clean money, dirty money
They want to boycott us, destroy us, but I have the mind
I'm thinking of leaving France (English…)
I take the road, even if bad luck strikes me
Always with the crime I flirt, reincarcerated for attempted murder!
I stay untouchable when I roll up
Just wide and open and I ain't gone high
Raised in the streets, Dakar to New York
'Cause that's how many niggas lose their lives
'Cause I'm a lunatic, a lunatic
The type of nigga that don't let be fried
I'm telling you now, it ain't nothing to load up
And blast you monkass bright daylight, yeah
I come out of jail, my ass was hot, yan Lebrasse has my big-up
Got a big S on my t-shirt, for Senegal weapon of the east in my pickup
My label worries me, dark future, city rat I'm leaving the ship!
As much vice as a dude, got hulk shorts, luc strength
Alone I must lead my fight, I have a hatchet, don't come and search my
hut
Pont de Sèvre is the beehive, if the ghetto has a tail it's for
the commissioner sucks her off
It's time for me to make big money, temporarily it's time for me to make
modifications
I'm in my sense me in your rib cage Tallac's record
I stay untouchable when I roll up
Just wide and open and I ain't gone high
Raised in the streets, Dakar to New York
'Cause that's how many niggas lose their lives
'Cause I'm a lunatic, a lunatic
The type of nigga that don't let be fried
I'm telling you now, it ain't nothing to load up
And blast you monkass bright daylight, yeah