Send the microphone to Marseille, we're doing it (the good way)
For the dudes downwards the buildings, we're doing it (the good way)
For the inmate brothers, we're doing it (the good way)
The family (make it good), you've understood (the good way)
My young people spend their nights killing themselves on PES,
Trying to pick girls up on MSN or Myspace
They break the bank to make Konami rich
They consume more herb than Kamini's cows
They walk around with no stress in TN or Converse shoes
They move forward in life with no GPS
They lose their temper when Sarko[zy] opens his mouth
When, to save the world, Bush puts on his red cape
They are kahlouch, bougnouls or gaouris
They dream to live in Cosmopolitania
They have world as a next door neighbour
And you can figure this out by the way they speak
They like getting dressed, trying and pick girls up, teasing
Rolling on floor laughing with their friends
They earn a living by cleaning the nearby Mc Donald's
And when they dribble, it is Joga Bonito
Refrain:
Send the microphone to Marseille, we're doing it (the right way)
For the dudes downwards the buildings, we're doing it (the good way)
For the inmate brothers, we're doing it (the good way)
For the sisters who are preserving themselves, we're doing it (the good way)
I swear you (make it good), cousin (the right way)
For all young people in France, we're doing it (the right way)
For the inmate brothers, we're doing it (the right way)
For Myspace friends, we're doing it (the right way)
The family (make it good), you've understood (the right way)
New pair of sport shoes, normal, it's Aid [muslim festival]
Big brothers are losing head, normal, it's weed [herb]
In small groups (oh) we're driving around in bolides (oh)
If Mej is inviting us, let's have white sauce on the french fries
A police check to spoil the night
I smoke neither hash nor Marlboro Lights
When a chick passes, one chats like Hitch
And on the Corniche we're imagining we are rich
You've been denied to enter in night club, don't worry, there's some sound in the Clio (hé ho)
Here, from 8 PM, Hamid shares the Neo [unlimited-calls mobile phone plan from Bouygues Telecom]
Here, cops are tackling inside the surface, but I've never seen any penalty (hé ho)
And when one's playing in the gym, it looks like the Barça, you must see that (hé ho)
Refrain
I live under the sun of Marseille, not Saint Tropez's
Where you'll see all Mister Buskapé's clichés
Stormy like Tupac Shakur
At my place, the small shady goings-on run like Rocancourt
At my place, the big brothers are all on the watch
Here, the cops think they are Vic Mc Key
Some girls talk to you like boys, spit like boys, fight like boys
But but but but... how do you wanna try to pick them up?
This is a tribute to all the districts of Marseille (hé ho)
This is a tribute to the forgotten youth (hé ho)
This is a tribute to all the isolated families (hé ho)
Sopra M'Baba is here to represent every one of them, you must see that (hé ho)
Refrain