Nous aussi 2 [English translation]

[INTRO - Bigflo & Oli]

[Bigflo] So, we made a new album: "The dreamed life", following "The real life"

[Oli] Hmm ok

[Bigflo] And this song is "Us too 2", following a track from our first album

[Oli] Damn that's difficult now

[Bigflo] I know I know

[Oli] Yeah

[Bigflo] Bigflo & Oli, you know them, right ?

[VERSE 1 - Bigflo]

I'm the kind of guy who gets shut in, full of non-clear ideas

Good haircut, good clothes, I'm your grand-mother's favorite one

I bury the money I get, no comments

But even though I gain money, I get less than my dentists friends

I need a lot, I wont stay very long, I'm getting old

Some think that I'm pretentious, I'm waiting for them to kill each others

For now, I stay silent, more than a diamond, I'm very precious

And then I go to the skies, I'm the blue-eyes white dragon

Time for du-du-du-du-duel

Baby, I'm the harshest and the most cruel

I'm sick, you can see that at the bottom of my sloes

Don't meet me at night, alone at the bottom of an alley

It's Biggie on the mic

Yes my friend, I rap

I'm only a mini-star

I'm far from jail

You don't care about what I'm saying, idiot

I could say beu-beu beu-beu-beu all the song long

Girls say more and more

« With his mustache, Bigflo, he rocks

In my heart, it's hot and cold,

I must say he's ugly, but he has something special »

Thanks

I'm getting tired of people imitating the US

Damn man, American way

Yes we can

On the week-end, I eat some McCain with my best friend (No no no)

I'm French, yeah that's less cool

But I have some camembert so I don't give a shit

I cut a baguette, not so cooked

I've met Molière, he wanted to do feat

Stop rap, and go play banjo

Sometimes, I discreetly sell some rhymes to them

With my Pokemons, I'm walking around in Kanto

And girls complain, they say I'm getting too hard, oops (No)

Biggie (No)

Tell me what you have under your kimo (No)

I have hot blood, yeah I'm lati (No)

Yesterday again, I lost it all in casi (No)

In my dreams, I sell a millions of albums, I marry Hermione

I wake up, I'm alone and I'm only a man, not higher than three apples

So I get back to sleep, back to sleep, back to sleep, but I get insomnia

I want it for real, I want it again

Rapper's organs in an amphora

I did it, everything is from my madness

This is for blacks and arabic people

Please don't smother

What's going on, you're blade

Why are you talking to me so low ?

Big up to you anyway

Don't feel so guilty

Or I will remove your life

Yeah, my friend, I'm like that

When I lift a girl, I shout « Wingardium Leviosa »

I put my head on a badge

Because in this game, I have

Nobody to thank

Nobody (No, no)

I want Maître Gims' Sacem*

Meanwhile

Within two albums, I make Bercy (concert room) full

[CHORUS - Bigflo et Oli]

You did turntables, you did concerts, you did one Bercy: us too

You made some views, you made some tubes, you made money: us too

You've met Michel Druker**, guess what ? Us too

Making our concerts a big mess: us too, we can do that

Hated rappers from your favorite rapper

If you feel lonely, we're a lot to help you

Sir police chief, we will explain everything to you

We killed French rap, but we didn't do that on purpose

[COUPLET 2 - Oli]

I have not to forget to buy some toilet paper, I write my groceries list in my verses

You may find the beggining bad, but the following of the text will slam them all

I shoot in the pile, it's my attack tactic

You see the slap coming ?

The only medium who read my future had a heart attack

Without efforts, I make everyone ok, my oxymorons, my metaphors surprise them

I send them out of the track, I can do that, the background and the form

They still want it in the microphone

They say I'm too strong, that I'm preparing a golden art, hardcore rapping, I make it too much

I fear the death, so I make it too much

I don't talk about my treasure on the phone line

On the TV, I feel strange

I never assumed my face

Even in villages, I'm a star

I take more pictures than Mona Lisa

Oli, that's you ?

Yes mummy

You're still rapping ?

Obviously

Aren't you getting tired of all those concerts and festivals ?

No, it's worse than before

Verb genius, since too early, I tease

They are thirty, but talk to little girls

I rap for my city and my team's friends

I'm not from Paris, by the way, chocolatine***

My psy doesn't want to see me anymore, she says it's useless

Since the voice in my head hears some voices in her's

I have non-clear ideas and without drugs

Imagine with weed joint

If I'm not millionaire at twenty five

That's because I will be at twenty two

Alone in the Mordor, they say I'm extraordinary

The sound is too loud, although kids are sleeping

My big songs are listened even in the DOM-TOM****

I'm in a great shape, since my crew make my album

In the Garonne, I throwed a chest

There was something inside that I can't tell

I already thought about killing myself

Only for Bigfo to get the money from the best of

I rap for girls and for idiots

For those who work hard, who study

I rap for little ones, for the experienced ones

I have not to forget to buy some toilet paper, no

[CHORUS - Bigflo et Oli]

You did turntables, you did concerts, you did one Bercy: us too

You made some views, you made some tubes, you made money: us too

You've met Michel Druker, guess what ? Us too

Making our concerts a big mess: us too, we can do that

Hated rappers from your favorite rapper

If you feel lonely, we're a lot to help you

Sir police chief, we will explain everything to you

We killed French rap, but we didn't do that on purpose