Sent the mic to Marseille we do it 'to the good'
For the guys at the bottom of the blocks we do it 'to the good'
For the locked up brothers we do it 'to the good'
The family, make it good you understood 'to the good'
My youth spents nights in killing by PES
In sticking on Msn or My Space
She breaks her moneybox to make Konami rich
She consoms more grass than Kaminis cows
She walks in TN or Converse
She goes on in life without GPS
She loses her calm when Sarko opens his mouth
When, to save the wolrd, Bush wears his red cape
She is karlouch, bougnoule or gaoli ( pejorativ ways to design some ethnic groups)
She dreams to live in Cosmpolitanian
She has the world as neighbour
& it's heard in the way she speaks
She likes to dress up, flirt, sleep, laugh with friendship
She earns he rmoney by cleaning the Mc Do
& when she dribles it's the Joga bonito
Pour les mecs en bas des blocks on le fait ... "à la bien"
For the sisters that preserve themselves we do it 'to the good'
I swear you make it good cousin, 'to the good'
For all the youth of France we do it 'to the good'
Pour mes amis sur My Space on le fait..."à la bien"
La famille "fou la bien" t'y as compris "à la bien"
New pair of shoes, normal it's the hi
The big brothers lose their head, normal it's the wii ( wordplay with "c'est la vie" = it's life)
In small group 'oh' we roam 'oh' in cars if it's Mej who treads white sauce on chips
A polcie control to ruin the night
I don't smoke s*** nor Malboro light
When a chick passes it chats like Hitch
& on the corniche we imagine us rich
you've been pointed in disco, don't worry there's sound in 'cléo' hého
Here as soon as it's 8 Hamid mades the néo turn hého
here the schmits tacle in the surface but I never saw some 'péno'
& when it plays in the gym it seems like barça "you've got to check this out hého'
I live under the sun of Marseille not St Tropez
Where you'll see the clichés of mister Buskapé
Pendling like Tupac Shakur
In my hometown the little discussions like Rocancourt
In my hometown the big brothers are all watching out
here the police think they're vick mc key
here some woman speak to you like man, spit like man
fight like man but but but but.... how do you want to flirt with them?
It's dedicated to all the blocks in Marseille
it's dedicated to all the forgotten youth
it's dedicated to all the isolated woman
sopra m(baba is there to represent all that 'you've got to see this hého'