Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Il fait chaud, artist - Passi. Date of issue: 20.05.1997
Song language: French
Il fait chaud(original) |
| C’est l’histoire de zulus, sur Paris, qui se la ptent |
| En salopette, pantalon retrouss jusqu’au genou, |
| C’est che-lou, j’avoue, a me prend la tte. |
| Tous testent, |
| Be-flam tout le temps. |
| Les vrais groupes, la vrai loop. |
| Allez tous vous faire mettre, suce ma K7, suce mon son, |
| Mon style, mon beat ou ma bitte, si a t’excite. |
| Vos conneries, Kani, Tommy? |
| Rien foutre ! |
| La vie d’un ngre dans l’enfer, prs de Paris |
| N’est dj pas une mince affaire. |
| Tu te prends au srieux? |
| (translation) |
| This is the story of zulu, in Paris, who boast |
| In dungarees, pants rolled up to the knee, |
| It's weird, I admit, it's got my head. |
| All are testing |
| Be-flam all the time. |
| The real bands, the real loop. |
| Fuck y'all, suck my K7, suck my sound, |
| My style, my beat or my dick, if that turns you on. |
| Your bullshit, Kani, Tommy? |
| Fuck nothing! |
| The life of a Negro in hell, near Paris |
| That's no small feat. |
| Do you take yourself seriously? |