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Werenoi (Werenoi) L'oseille, y en a partout, même dans l'frigidaire Les trois quarts d'nos amies sont en gros dans les faits divers Baw (baw) Dealeurs à boxe s'ils font d'la 'sique ('sique) Pour avoir des putes dans les DM (DM) Et sur vos feuilles de comptes (de comptes) Y a des canes où y a des M (black M) Ouais, l'année, y a du dix larges (dix larges) Du bétage dans les virages (virages) Mais pendant l'ramadan J'pars au Mali pour creuser des puits dans les villages Mon garçon, y a pas d'enfantillages, non J'ai des albanais pour l'outillage (outillage) Un laser si t'es dans mon sillage (sillage) Un laser si t'es dans mon sillage Neuf, Glock M-M, paw (paw) Après l'allumage y a le cirage (cirage) Donc, on partira vers la Colombie Les familles sont belles comme un mirage (mirage) Y a des affaires à gogo (Gogo) Ouais, mon pote, y a pas d'me-chro (non) Tu m'as vu à Dubaï en terrasse avec des gros bonnets de la mocro J'suis dans un film de Besson (Besson) J'suis matrixé, sa mère (sa mère) Tu dis qu'je mens dans mes sons Tu sais même pas qu'tes en train d'vendre mes affaires Toute la nuit, j'ai un bolide, toute la vie, t'es un comique Nos labels, c'est du papel, eux, Label 5, ils vomirent J'vais tout ken, je l'ai promis, je l'ai trop fait, j'l'ai trop dit J'vais tout ken, je l'ai promis, je l'ai trop fait, j'l'ai trop dit On a trop fait mais trop dit, trou d'ul-c Jeune bandit veut flambée vers Phuket Comme dix drogues, si elle fait la meuf trop dég (trop dég) Dans un Fe-Fe, verre, bouteille Tu fait l'dur, j't'adouci comme l'ATL Tu pénaves trop, tu fait comme les fillettes Fais nous l'gros, fais nous l'tireur Lacrim, dis-leur qu'on soulève leurs dealers (carré) J'suis toujours à la recherche de temps Comme ton serveur à la recherche de pourboires Les milliardaires courent plus derrière l'argent Ceux qu'ils recherchent, c'est le pouvoir AK, AK-7, avant la musique, j'vendais des cassettes J'ai plusieurs billets de couleurs cassis J'ai plusieurs bérets, pas plusieurs casquettes (carré, carré) Ça be-tom pour train d'vie (train d'vie) Associations d'malfaiteurs malfaiteurs) J'sais qu'on leur fait peur, rajoute reverb, fait comme Travis (carré) 11.43 laisse des coliques (coliques) Même si dans les trapèzes, un brolique (brolique) Tu dis qu'j'ment dans mes sons mais C'qu'il y a dans ta boîte à gant, c'est mon brolique (c'est carré) Toute la nuit, j'ai un bolide, toute la vie, t'es un comiques Nos labels, c'est du papel, eux, Label 5, ils vomirent J'vais tout ken, je l'ai promis, je l'ai trop fait, j'l'ai trop dit J'vais tout ken, je l'ai promis, je l'ai trop fait, j'l'ai trop dit

I got my Johnny Cash bling, boots and matching hat Well, tonight I'm turnin' it on Have my paycheck spend on booze and cigarettes Yeah, tonight I'm turnin' it on From these dress boots to that dirt road mountain That little red buzz and that neon sign, A little country band gonna rock it all night Woah... So turn it on, turn it up, Flip the switch, pull the string, baby, rip off the knob A little hillbilly redneck stompin' my feet Somethin' bad, been sick of workin' all week Give me something me and my baby can dance to Sing a little out of tune, too A Friday night, honky tonk party my ass off song Sing a long, and turn it on Aw, turn it on Tight white dress, hair in a mess Tonight she's turnin' it on That mean ol' boss done laid her off Well, tonight she's turnin' it on She's gonna shake that thing all around the room A countrified version of the Moulin Rouge Make all the boys in the band stop Oh-oh-oh So turn it on, turn it up, Flip the switch, pull the string, baby, rip off the knob A little hillbilly redneck stompin' my feet Somethin' bad, been sick of workin' all week Give me something me and my baby can dance to Sing a little out of tune, too A Friday night, honky tonk party my ass off song Sing a long, and turn it on Yeah, turn it on Whoa... Turn it on, turn it up, Flip the switch, pull the string, baby, rip off the knob A little hillbilly redneck stompin' my feet Somethin' bad, been sick of workin' all week Give me something me and my baby can dance to Sing a little out of tune, too A Friday night, honky tonk party my ass off song Sing a long, and turn it on Yeah, turn it on

Some boys begin to drink beer and whiskey A few begin to smoke marijuana Jack Daniel's early time, Black Label moonshine Shoot it down, turn your big toe up in your boot Mexico or homegrown, roll a joint, glass bong Pass it to the left like a '72 I'm talkin' whiskey (Whiskey) And smoke (Drink it up and burn it down) (Drink it up and burn it down) Whiskey (Whiskey) And smoke (Drink it up and burn it down) (Drink it up and burn it down) Shoot it straight, mix with Coke, top-shelf unless you're broke Head out to the woods and make some shine in the dirt Swag kush and Purple Haze, Blue Dream, melt your face Head on down to Texas for some Willie's Reserve I'm talkin' whiskey (Whiskey) And smoke (Drink it up and burn it down) (Drink it up and burn it down) Whiskey (Whiskey) And smoke (Drink it up and burn it down) (Drink it up and burn it down) Whiskey (Whiskey) And smoke (Drink it up and burn it down) (Drink it up and burn it down) Whiskey (Whiskey) And smoke (Drink it up and burn it down) (Drink it up and burn it down) For my weed smokers And my whiskey drinkers

Loss of life down in Mexico Put three stripes on a Cadillac Loss of life down in Mexico Put three stripes on a Cadillac Speed and power that's the game Young senorita won't come back again Loss of life down in Mexico Put three stripes on a Cadillac See the crosses on the road side Ghost of that young girl won't come back again See the crosses on the road side Ghost of that young girl won't come back again Loss of life down in Mexico Put three stripes on a Cadillac Loss of life down in Mexico Put three stripes on a Cadillac Too dark, went off the cliff Young senorita won't come back again Too dark, went off the cliff Young senorita won't come back again Oh yeah Speed and power that's the game Ghost of that young girl won't come back again Speed and power that's the game Loss of life down in Mexico Put three stripes on a Cadillac Loss of life down in Mexico Put three stripes on a Cadillac Loss of life down in Mexico Put three stripes on a Cadillac Oh yeah Loss of life down in Mexico Put three stripes on a Cadillac Loss of life down in Mexico Put three stripes on a Cadillac Two drivers went off the cliff Young senorita won't come back again Two drivers went off the cliff Young senorita won't come back again Oh yeah, uh huh Yeah

Pickin' up girls in a hand-me-down Ford Brown bagged bottle rolling round that floor That we fake ID'd from the corner store Had to head on back and get a little more 'Cause we're pickin' up girls in a hand-me-down Ford Nowhere bound, just to swig a little pour Yeah, catch a little buzz and a kiss up against that door Keep the party going til we get a little torn, hey, yeah Well, it's a two-tone rust bucket But cranks up every damn time On a dime Naw, it ain't much to look at But it gets me on down the line We'll have a real good time Pickin' up girls in a hand-me-down Ford It's what you do when you're small town bored Just like my daddy and his daddy before Damn, she likes to hear that thing roar, hey, yeah Well, it's a two-tone rust bucket But cranks up every damn time On a dime Naw, it ain't much to look at But it gets me on down the line We'll have a real good time Pickin' up girls in a hand-me-down Ford Just married in that four by four Made a little love then we made a little more Nine months later, County Hospital cut that chord New bumper sticker says, "Baby on board" Still pickin' up girls in a hand-me-down Ford, yeah

Yo, get out of the bathtub Let's go Hell, I was broke as a joke, no bank account commas Hand-me-down boots, knock off Tony Lamas It was paper plate dinner, box wine, chicken ramen Smokin' that cheap Bob Marley, we be jammin' But she had a thing for my twang and my guitar pickin' She said our way of life is a good kind of livin' Money ain't shit if you ain't got love All that filthy rich don't add up to much If you ain't spending all your dollars on that hot little dime Well, you're out there wasting more than your time 'Cause money ain't shit if you ain't got a love Yeah, he got that Lamborghini but he ain't got no bikini In the shotgun seat (oh, oh) Yeah, he got that private jet, but he ain't mile-high clubbin' yet Well, buddy that ain't me, I'm in 24D Makin' out with my honey 'Cause money ain't shit if you ain't got love All that filthy rich don't add up to much If you ain't spending all your dollars on that hot little dime Well, you're out there wasting more than your time 'Cause, money ain't shit if you ain't got a love, yeah (ooh-ooh-ooh) If you ain't got a love, oh (ooh-ooh-ooh) If you ain't got a love, yeah (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) hey Money ain't shit Money ain't shit Money ain't shit Money ain't shit Well, money ain't shit if you ain't got love All that filthy rich don't add up to much If you ain't spending all your dollars on that hot little dime Well, you're out there wasting more than your time 'Cause, money ain't shit if you ain't got a love Money ain't sh I do like money though