[Lyric] Booba - Comme les autres English Translation (Genius English Translations)

[Booba - Comme les autres/ English Translation]

[Intro]
Dark nigga and Saracens, S-NES
Izi

[Verse 1]
I write my lyrics with African ink and handcuffed
Jeans down I can't high-kick, 38. loaded on the side
The security guard follows me in the shop, he's right he knows me
Sinister nigga and Saracens, buzz cut under the beany (Izi)
Unhappiness is in the concrete, happiness is in the field
These cockroaches put their noses into Baygon
The fishscale is in line
I'm boxing with words, Muhammad Ali crowned me
I'm in, I'm in the future, I'm not from Miami nor Boulonnais
My sky is black I'ma ask Bolloré to color it
Some USA stores, at Faubourg-Saint-Honoré
You got a small G-string, I'm a smartypants
I'm a ton of joint, you're a kilo of tea
If you'rе a head turner, we'rе gonna crash, for sure, I can't pilot
Clap the ass, she be giving me a head while drivin'
Ski mask on da jnoun, no Michaël Youn type shit
[Chorus]
May God punish me for being like the others (May God punish me)
Like the others (To be like the others, like the others)
May God punish me for being like the others
Like the others (May God punish me for being like the others)

[Verse 2]
Bevy of has-been rappers for the Mechwi
Only your great-grandmother the whore doesn't know me
¿Qué pasó, hijo de puto?
What's good? Wesh you lookin' peaky
Don't go crazy on IG, on Snap
Don't go crazy on Twitter I Meek Mill ya'
I was born when settlers marched on Pikine
There is strength in unity, go ask the victims
I'm a nice guy, I don't kill kids
Only numero uno's, my typical team
Blackbeard, worthy corsair
Prison courtyard, helicopter
Strapped duo on the Hornet
Hungry niggas on the corner
Light speed on lane 7
I love my brothas, not thy neighbor
Play on my nerves, sleep in Cochin
I'm OKLM on the croisette (Izi)
Find me in the future, I'm not of this world
I go from 0 to 100 in less than 4 seconds
It's so high, there's no bar anymore
May God punish me for being like the others
You give heads all night, you' cramps
You're fresh like Sagna's girlfriend
Banana shaped magazine, I live like there's no mañana
[Chorus]
May God punish me for being like the others (May God punish me)
Like the others (To be like the others, like the others)
May God punish me for being like the others
Like the others (May God punish me for being like the others)

[Post Chorus]
I'ma fit it in their butt, not fit in
As Brazza would have wished, Allah y rahmou
Heaven seven, heaven seven, heaven seven
May God punish me
May he punish me, punish me, for being like, like them
May he punish me, punish me for being like the others
May God punish me, may God punish me
For being like them, like the others
No, no, may God punish me
May God punish me for being like the others
May he punish me, punish me, for being like them, for being like them, may he punish me

[Outro]
To be like the others, oh, to be like them
May God punish me (Bevy of has-been rappers for Mechwi)
May God punish me (Only your great-grandmother the whore doesn't know me)