Dans la place pour être [English translation]

[Verse 1: Orelsan]

I live in a small town of the 61

I have some friends who like me: why? I don't know !

We made twice the 400 blows, we walk in crew, we go in a mess

Tell everything would make our parents crazy

After class, to the skate park, I wrote my first raps

I emptied my first packs, I took my first bangs

I ate my first slap

Perched on the mini-ramp, I vomited my first Jack

Ah!

The atmosphere in the house was: '! Shut up and pass your bac "

"Tidy your stuff!", "Apply yourself!", "Look at the state of your bag!"

I'm over the age for that someone give me lessons

I have bad intentions, but good reasons

Nah! Saturday night, at home, it's out of question

Pressure, ninja technique for go out of the house

No one at Simon, we trash the bar

We vanishes twelve hours, we go to the mall, have lunch on the shelves

At the time we could smoke in the train

I was walking on my baggy, I bored a hole to them under the heels

Claude was popular with the 309 of his parents

What's that smell? Spread the bottle!

Freshly deflowered, I only have one desire: fuck

But I never bring a girl: my grandmother thinks I am gay

Call the drug dealer, the code is reggae cassettes

We go in trip on our 49.9 CC

Chronic laziness, gin and tonic

Hypnotic pornographic wallpaper

Tony Hawk, Metal Gear Solid, I enjoy

Not enough girls, too many guys

Pogo in a too small room

We contributes for a package of ten

Cypress Hill, Outkast, Wu-Tang: my playlist

Everything goes like clockwork

O.R.E.L. I'm in the place to be...

[Verse 2:Gringe]

I live in a suburb to the west of Paris

I remember those years among the most beautiful of my life

I could tell you about it the open belly, I think about being proud

I'm talking about this time when I wore my satchels slung

Brat on a BMX, me, I was one of them

When the whole Bois de Cergy was my playground

Under my starter jacket, always looking for something stupid to do

And I would go back if I could make a wish

If outside I'm alone, at home a woman educates me

But already too dispersed, I flee study halls

We screw up on Tekken when we're piled in Luke's house

And bottom of the School of Maradas, I score goals

With Karl, Nordine, Mouss, David, Fabio, Ayoub

Christophe Leblaye, Steph and Chicano

Here everyone knows each other, everyone has his team

So better walk in strip and know his lines

I think back to the lot of laughs in the hall of Pierrick

The wednesdays indoor football, technical speed

Here too much shaved heads, surprised guys

If you're white, brings bacon crisp for not be asked

High School rhymes with bad points

I'm going to lessons for prepare all kinds of tricks for skip school

Daniel rolled my first joints

I go home glassy eyes and dry throat

First, paranoid

Shit: surprised by the mother when she make me spit in the sink

Surprised hideout, my cannabis finish in the dump truck

I still see myself hanging out with Luigi to the Trois-Fontaines

Then ponds in Cergy Village

Flashback, blower

Rap music, city stadium, roulette

Nah, my hints to the Posca are not only stock phrases

Gringe is in the place to be ...