Mr. Bay on the beat
We're not tired
You're already drunk,
the girl is waiting to * again
Too much money to throw tonight in the box,
we'll be crazy
The girl doesn't know my feelings,
she would like me to marry her
She's crazy,
give me the bottle of Jack that I'm getting
I keep telling you, you're not tired
And after the champagne in the box,
I have nothing to say
I keep telling you, you're not tired
And after the champagne in the box,
I have nothing to say
Where the world is, it's Patagos
We saw the message up there
All the lives have become stupid
I didn't say anything,
I have too many old men I'm going to make you burn,
baby
A crocodile,
Camille Mackie,
you have to come and see,
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We're all in the bottle,
everyone brings their little one Tonight,
we're going to drink to the bottom
We're going around in the box,
it's crazy Don't be afraid,
it's crazy
Follow us, fall asleep We're not tired
Princess Street, Mille Mackie,
Cocody And every night, we're in the alley
We don't care about the cops,
we want to go My rap is all over the place,
it has to stay in the annals
We want to be like Pétou,
Meropéro and Mervaud,
always cooperative since we've been on the channel
I can never get tired,
that's the truth You're leaving in your Benjarville crib on Friday
I'm going to make kids everywhere like the
agents in Lucie If you want bad company,
come and get it
We're coming to work,
everyone turns around Too much champagne,
we call for help
The skirts are short,
but I don't look My wife is there,
I don't have the right
Davila,
my negro is going to explain to you A free city in the box,
the street is free
And my Lolo,
I have to explain Tonight,
the funk is going to get wasted
We're going to the bottom of the box,
everyone brings their little one Tonight,
we're going to drink to the bottom
We're going around in the box,
it's crazy Don't be afraid,
it's crazy
Princess street, a thousand makis,
cocktails
And every night we're in the alley