| It all started with a bunch of bullshit in high school
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| Very quickly had to find the right rhyme
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| The road trips, the scam, the good trip continued
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| The good chit, the good tise, the good girls flitted
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| Always the same over time All these people gave me a roof,
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| when the storm gave bad blood
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| If it's written they will be until the last chapter
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| Many thanks to all my brothers and their families
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| Al'Tarba:
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| my families are blood and son
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| every day the brothers have my back
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| when I go down in dirty dreams
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| those who support me open the barriers
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| I advance with the clan
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| who remains the same yet the years pass
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| I put back the rising sun
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| memories of smiles on the beaches of spain
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| we're just ogres e, n cuddly toys
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| and "droogz" means friends in Russian
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| we don't beat bums we don't rape
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| but we are night owls
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| for those who picked me up made me laugh
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| who gave me a serious smile
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| those who made me dream, disarmed me
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| damn i don't forget you
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| Rhama the Monkey:
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| Yo it's not new but I'm talking nonsense and wasting words.
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| The pachyderms want my rats to hibernate and among the ghetto,
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| the party likes to reject the mermaid and the butt city.
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| But the misery is that my friend stone has gone very high.
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| It's not the Balearic Islands but I'm with my guys,
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| Despite the 4 floors they come by to see me shed tears and break the mic.
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| Always for the buddies in the field who gave me lots of passes.
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| Let nothing know they stayed when I was infamous.
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| This is for my socially handicapped
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| All my cock heads!
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| The homies told me Grandpa go get the beat!
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| Firecrackers galore and pockets full of money!
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| That's how I see us later with my team beast!
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| But life is more complicated I admit!
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| Dedicate the friends of Paris to Pechabou!
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| Those who left in our hearts left lots of holes!
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| I'm not going to lie to you in my dreams, I see them everywhere!
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| Greet the friars on a spree with a floury face
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| Alex's eye under the eyelid my man you have no idea
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| Friendship is counted in years and in liters of beer
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| I'll dive with them in hell if they tell me to
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| Brother, you have a hello from my dirty soul
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| Of all the comrades who burn like crazy
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| Far from this masquerade called raf çais-fran
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| I crawl not to make a name for myself but to pass the time |