[Lyric] Sam’s - T’as pas la ref ft. Benjamin Epps English Translation (Genius English Translations)

[Verse 1: Benjamin Epps & Sam's]
I rap so well I get told I rap badly like Mathurin
And if I move into the shadow, it's 'cause people in sunlight, reached saturation
It's the Basin here, nigga it ain't Turin
I'm still here matter of fact, you should congrat yourself
Crazy how you're stressin' out, stop flatulating
I see you from the back, idolizing us, the game is cornered, you cum, me, I did not even ejaculated
I see the niggas who jabber, movin' forward with great strides like Shaq's Reebok
Don't give a shit of charts, check out the check amount, her pussy will get wet
Bring the dough to Sapon at Ripon's
I'm high

J'suis 'fonce, t'entends les attaques bronchés
Uppercut, hook, enemy's down, the box is ticked

Les mogos flippent, the street, a pinball, they' shooting, bullets only ricochetin'
You're obliged to nod, balais comme un gaucher
I'm dangerous, j'me fais grossier, tes négros sont paniqués, sont fauchés
Oh shit, no one stop me, dark vision Polnareff style
You get it? Too bad for me, I don't stop at the stop
[Chorus: Sam's & Benjamin Epps]
Millésime Twilight, nah, not a chance
You're dead in the movie, nigga, if you don't get the ref'
Rifle on every paragraph, the mic is my Tokarev
You don't understand, don't listen if you don't get the ref'
They don't know we got the ref' man, nah
They don't got the réf'
They don't know we got the ref' man, nah
They don't got the réf'
No one will stop us, nah, they don't got the ref'
Go, they don't got the ref'
Go, go, they don't got the ref' (hey, hey, hey, hey)

[Verse 2: Benjamin Epps & Sam's]
I'm here for the throne, dis' year, j'vais tout enchaîner
Geneviève de Fontenay, j'vais tout entraîner
Known in Palais de France, mais gens veulent les pompes, tenez
Arrêtez d'pourrir les comptes, venez, Mat-Icon, enculé
Now, you have King-Kong featuring Godzilla or else Pope Dan featuring Bob Dylan on some Mobb Deep with the flow of Jigga
What the fuck nigga? Premier League level, Liga, addict de matos illégal, real thug casse sa puce Lyca'
Bitch, nigga, we pull up on y'all, boom chakalaka, he came, he saw and your butt, he chocolated
Laisse-moi t'montrer les mimiques de mon flow qu'ton flow n'a pas
I'm the top, tendu donc j'suis v'nu acheter les MC, allez hop, vendu
No change is given back, officer act like Superman with his cloak, we did hung him
Agressive on the verses, you end up breathless, we're gonna bring home the cup, burn the Champs and fuck the mother of, cut! (oh mais dis les termes)
[Chorus: Sam's & Benjamin Epps]
Millésime Twilight, nah, not a chance
You're dead in the movie, nigga, if you don't get the ref'
Rifle on every paragraph, the mic is my Tokarev
You don't understand, don't listen if you don't get the ref'
They don't know we got the ref' man, nah
They don't got the réf'
They don't know we got the ref' man, nah
They don't got the réf'
No one will stop us, nah, they don't got the ref'
Go, they don't got the ref'
Go, go, they don't got the ref' (hey, hey, hey, hey)