On est trop [English translation]

[Refrain : Jul] (x2)

They want to test us* but we're too many (lelelelela)

And cops have the munchies

There even are cops who wearing civilian clothes in subway

D'or Et D'Platine* with Ghetto

[Verse 1: Houari]

My town's got a screw loose, all is in the appearance

Marseilles is the one who shoot the most who will have the floor

Goods no exist no more, they're dead or in jail

Yeah I make mjusic, I not deal anymore, in real it's what I like

There are so many motherfuckers who bum around it's make me sick

Don't search, I'm annoyed, I don't speak no more, don't tell me lies

Youngs are selling coco, and serve long sentences

In big motor, I'm within a hair's breadth of sell my Clio

I'm within a hair's breadth of blow a fuse, to put money into a kilo

[Verse 2 : Jul]

There are so many motherfuckers, they can go screw them

Come on do like if I don't exist no more, I fucked my RS3

I fell in love as soon as I see her, I wanted to drown myself in her eyes

As soon as I get her I didn't want her no more, I don't will play a game

I was hanging in T-Max I wanted to fuck all, I had hatred I was crying tears

Bro behind was armed, you're not scared little put your knife away

I represent bro of hood, not bastards the little jealous

Maybe they put tracker on my car, they don't will screw us over

[Verse 3 : Veazy]

Oh but did you see her ass? At the stunner tomorrow

When I saw her, I saw the Moon, it's a crazy stuff

She told me "for you it's hard", well yeah little man

"Me I want to live a luxury life, I don't stay if there is nothing"

But young lady you know, I get on well with my bro far of theses hoes

But young lady you know, I get on well with my bro far of theses hoes

[Verse 4 : Bil-K]

There are too many people who're lying, swearing on Mom-mo-mo-mo

She loves LV brand, luxury, but now you see that's enough

We need a procedure vice, 'cause life is hard

Far of theses wall, of this cell, one day or another, this is sure

If she has the ass than enough, how do with all theses crazy?

[Verse 5 : Friz]

And yes it's us again, we will get Madam moving

Let's leave them speaking theses haters

They're moving their head like cock

In jail he get caught, outside he do the cute

With his mother he goes mad, with her girl he meows

Louboutin, you're ready to pay for her

Stop your craps we know that you're ruined, you're in shit

[Refrain : Jul] (x2)

They want to test us* but we're too many (lelelelela)

And cops have the munchies

There even are cops who wearing civilian clothes in subway

D'or Et D'Platine* with Ghetto