Dress Code [English translation]

[Intro : Black M]

I want to be escorted, ahah

[Verse 1: Black M]

I’m dazzling, all around there are only on-lookers

Akatsuki standing by, you’re just shocked, you’ve been sidelined

Everything’s in progress, the capital has its eyes on me

Hey yo, miss, put your hands up

[Pre-refrain: Black M]

They say that white people don’t know how to dance

That blacks are noisemakers *

And you, you’re going to go back home on foot

But don’t worry, things will get better

Three, two, one, zero

[Refrain: Black M]

Dresscode, noise

I want to be escorted, all the time

Bring it on, we’re waiting, you’re tired, get lost

Dresscode, noise

I want to be escorted, all the time

Bring it on, we’re waiting, you’re tired, get lost

Three, two, one, zero

[Verse 2: Black M]

Baby, don’t call me, I’m going out, hanging up

I’ve parked the car, so the car is parked

Misguided they are, fuck the know-it-alls

I’ve got blood, cold blood for that matter, at this time there’s not much you can do

It has started, we're watching you, it’s a pity, we liked you

Without respect, we kick it off and that’s how it us

[Pre-refrain: Black M]

They say that white people don’t know how to dance

That blacks are noisemakers

And you, you’re going to go back home on foot

But don’t worry, things will get better

Three, two, one, zero

[Refrain: Black M]

Dresscode, noise

I want to be escorted, all the time

Bring it on, we’re waiting, you’re tired, get lost

Dresscode, noise

I want to be escorted, all the time

Bring it on, we’re waiting, you’re tired, get lost

Three, two, one, zero

[Verse 3: Kalash Criminel]

I enter the club, everyone's looking at me

I saw a lovely coloured girl

She told me to dance with her

But you know me I’m too gangsta

Too thug to dance the Macarena

I prefer ndombolo, coupé-décalé

There were even cougars like Madonna

Even when hooded, I don't get bounced

If you think, that you’re tough, we’ll take you down like the Berlin wall

I strongly refrain from giving my grandmother a treat at Guerlain

Who told you that whites don’t know how to dance? Even if that’s the case it’s still irrelevant

With my skin colour, even without knowing me, you must have guessed that I surely sang at Verdun, R.A.S

[Pre-refrain: Black M]

They say that white people don’t know how to dance

That blacks are noisemakers

And you, you’re going to go back home on foot

But don’t worry, things will get better

Three, two, one, zero

[Refrain: Black M]

Dresscode, noise

I want to be escorted, all the time

Bring it on, we’re waiting, you’re tired, get lost

Dresscode, noise

I want to be escorted, all the time

Bring it on, we’re waiting, you’re tired, get lost

Three, two, one, zero

[Outro: Kalash Criminel]

Savagery, gang

Ta-ta-ta

224, savage Guinean

Savage Zairese, 234

R.A.S