[Lyric] Dizzy DROS - Paris English Translation (Genius English Translations)

[Lyrics of Paris by Dizzy DROS]
[Intro]
Yeah!
Guess who's back again, it's Dizzy D baby, Haha!
Hey buddy, turn the sound in my headphones up
It seems that they want my old self back, the one that used to blow them up with just instrumentals Face B
Suck this up!
[Verse 1]
God and my mother
Rap and no another
Dare to talk shit about my family, you'll found yourself in a crime scene
Self-made, a help from a pimp, we never went askin'
Before us, the Rap Game's made many cowards famous
Us, say it again, us!
Up in your ass, 3azzy is harder than a parked truck
When you see me, yell: “Yo! Wech” (Yell! Amine yell!)
You do know who comes to beat the new generation, the one who stamps asses, since the days with Khalid Douache

[Pont]
Hey guys, someone explains to me what's going on
I look at rappers, I see that everyone's become soft
One raps about his girlfriend, and the other argues with a prostitute
You don't have balls to rap or what?
Message delivered!
[Couplet 2]
We come from Jouilla and bad streets
A palace and white socks, and education I skipped
Reckless kids, they dwell in tobacco store for twelves years
And another twelves years, you gonna hear from them in jail
I was the mastermind in my hood, from the addiction world I come out of it clean
I get into rap and I paint all black because it looked fainted
All rappers look languished
And the old ones' quit
Make a lesson of a newbie and the others will back off
Motherfcker, you wanna a beef? Fine!
Come along with twenty Fagots
Because my little buddies would be enough to beat twenty of your kind
Twenty years after you wake up from your coma
You wonder who you gonna see? Go ask Fallouja
(the one who screw you, whoreson!)
My buddy, in the game there's only one raping
And the others are just barking
Vote for DD, and if I win, I will throw a concert in the parliament
Gonna bring the minister who stutter, no one knows where she come from
To warm for me two tablas (Taarija) and adjusted the violins to be in tune

[Pont]
Bitch, bitch! What you doing in the parliament? Bitch!
Hahaha, oh shit
You've been deceiving us all along
Aren't you done yet? Now it's our turn to pay you back
(Fck you all)
[Couplet 3]
In only God and my shadow, I'm trustin'
My passport, money in my pant's pocket holdin'
About Bouzebal I'm not thinkin'
Welcome to my world;
Praying, Raping, Eating, my homies smokin'
Grind (the cannabis), Roll the joint, light it, fast pacin'
Motherfuker, watch out!
Even if you keep rapping for seven years
3azzy will still rule your neighborhood, and his music will be heard in your room
In a year I reached the top, I did it all without effortlessly
And Bouzebal keep saying “you're not a dark-skinned”
The rap journey is tough, kiss an ass, and you're good to go
Rap's earning won't even be fill a wallet
Wipe it with your AdSense money, you have hundreds of views, yet you earn two pennies, and you braggin'?!
Shit, I got the flow of the Asmai
Open the book of wonder, you gonna see me buddy
When I beat the shit off a pimp, It'll make a buzz
As the UNICEF would come, 3azzy is rebellious in Paris
Fuk the Pen Marine
I'm gonna gather boys to go to Elysées wearing Balghas (heelless slippers made from leather)

[Pont]
Hahaha, yeah the last one was spontaneous
Fck it, keep it
[Verse 4]
I learned two things, never let go my right (nah bitch)
Haters will always be filthy, no matter how many you cleaned 'em (nah bitch)
Miss with my earning and I will wipe you off (yeah bitch)
Our heart is white clean even though we grow up with the filthiest (wlad lblad)
I wasn't born with a golden spoon in my mouth, your sister kissed me at Koumi's, and brought along two whores
Rappers are so much like puppets, they crowd in buses
They rap about money, fuk they're broke and can't even afford a buss ticket
(You're really hilarious)
Fuk a sucker MC
I will go to the bank and take fifty stacks of money, and disappear five years, fuk
Fuk the SMIG and fuk the men in suits fuk
Fuk chilling in the neighborhood and fuk Sweden
Fuk being out of place, I want to get rich and go back home
Where there's delicious food
And send my parents to do Omra, and I'll remain in the hotel suite

[Outro]
Yeah, let's go, that would enough for them
That would enough for them!