Who told you that all blondes were numbskulls?
Who told you I'd end up being a tramp if I dropped out of school?
[Refrain: Gims]
It's Wati B you can feel the difference, unconsciously it smells like cash
You feel the difference, it smells like cash
But who told you that you were...
Put your hands up if you want some real hip-hop, straight out of Paris
Give me some groupies like Zahia, straight out of Paris
Sorry, I didn't mean that, straight out of Paris
Just ask Black M
Everybody let's go come on!
Nanana
Ok ok ok !
Hello Wendy, what you been up to since Wati Bon Son?
Still behind your PC or glued to your Thompson tv
Yo, you want some good flow, talk to the right people
Don't go around being a slut, otherwise they're going shove it up your ass
You've got nothing to worry about Gims, there's no one who can do you dirty
I'm not worried, I'm not in suspense
There's some heavy scores, look how I'm fired up
I've said it before, I either smash or I switch
Hey kids, you need to take it easy in life, otherwise this world's
Going to smack you with the arm of Mauresmo
Night life in Paris, too many people doing drugs
Whether it's the hood or the city, it's so disgusting, I'm out
Maître Gimso, Gringo, I think I see the green light Go
I'm neither Sean Paul nor Kingston, I'm from Congo
Got to be on my way, no time to feel on any chicks
I'm only at thirty percent but there's no trouble
[Refrain]
A few Watts lurking around
In search of my flow and my technique
Beware
Seriously, guys, I've insured my flow so no need to worry
A few Watts lurking around
In search of my flow and my technique
Beware
Seriously, guys, I've insured my flow so no need to worry
Who told you all blondes were dimwits?
Who told you I'd become a hobo if I dropped out of school?
[Lefa]
What up bud, how've you been since Wati Bonhomme?
Nothing spatial! Oh yeah, of course, we're on stage
Yeah that's great work, there's no denying that
Big up to Dawa while I'm at it
Ok who told you we had come to the end of the race?
Surely it was them cocksuckers
The only way we'd be over is if we committed suicide
You don't like our songs and somehow you're listening to this one
And who told you that you'd find only Arabs and Blacks in jail
Who told you that anyone who goes by the name Bakari is only good at fighting
Who told you that there were only Portuguese people living on the ground floor
The man dreaded by all goalkeepers is Portuguese and we know it
And who told you that all grocers were involved in them stupid tarot cards
Packets of LU cost more than a house in Qatar
Who told you that Japanese people are all good with computers?
That all Chinese people do kung-fu, who's the idiot that said that?
Homie, who told you to fuck with immigrants who can hardly speak a word of French
Under hardcore rap, you called the lady police officer a bloody idiot
Now it's sink, tiles, and bars everywhere you look
Who told you that it wouldn't have consequences on your family and on your father?
Who told you all blondes were dimwits?
Who told you I'd become a hobo if I dropped out of school?
[Refrain]
[Black M]
Yo dog, what you been up to since Wati By Night
Don't make sudden movements, I've got Badjnight by my side
Yes, there'll be songs and there'll be kids like during a race night
Yes, when I'm around I start fuming when my homies have a fight
Don't play games, I'm a Diallo
Like Allo said, this is our year
Man, who told you we had eaten to our fill
Go ask J R O Chrome if this isn't just some ra-za ce-ze
But who told you there was anyone like Black M
Who's that hater who told you to avoid backing me up at all cost?
Who told you we roll in fancy rides
Over here it's hardship that's in the driver's seat and if you feel too big for your boots, beat it!
Which one of them told you, "You mean Sexion having a concert in the hood? That's impossible!"?
And now here I am spitting hard bars
And who told you to get a seat at the far end of this small concert hall
Who told you to underestimate Wati-B
Certified platinum three times
So who told you that Wati B wasn't going to make a clean sweep of everything
Haha, who told you Sarkozy was French?
Who told you that Blacks didn't know how to swim?
Huh?!
Adama, hey, who told you that Guineans aren't true Diallos?
You stupid or what?
Who told you we were at the cemetry?
DJ HCue, si si si
And who told you that the Congolese didn't have good taste in fashion?
Imbecile, here we are, 75
And who told you that the Arabs were all thieves?
Hey Arab man, bring back the Porsche Carrera, you son of a bitch
You were supposed to come by tomorrow, do just that!
In your motherfucking face
Sexion d'Assaut you overlooked me, didn't you?
The Chronicles of the 75 volume 2
Kinshasa, Muana may Soldiers
Who told you to repeat what we told you
Now take back what you said or what we made you say.
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