[Booba - Pitbull/ English Translation]

[1st verse]
Coming to pull Excalibur from it’s anvil
In 6.45, I’m the gutter having a way with words
Everything started in the school yard
“Malabar”, “Choco BN”, “you fuckin n***a”, my generation
Lonely child, without problems except at home
I took life in doggystyle without asking any questions
I love a woman, she brest-fed me
Taught me how to behave and tell the difference between men and dogs
I was told that I was rabid, get away or you'll get put down
Horny female don’t stay around or I’m gonna fuck you
I grew up, I died in silence
Crucified on a caravel under a shooting star's eternal eye
In all this shambles, last will be first
My rhymes touch your heart, right into the sternum
The life of a man, the death of a child
Royal blood in the veins, first in sport and music classes

[Chorus]
Hands up, head-up, I dreamed of dying on the battlefield
I don’t wanna die on stage
God knows that we’re bleeding under our ski mask
How could you not be a pitbull when life's a bitch?
Hands up, head-up, I dreamed of dying on the battlefield
I don’t wanna die on stage
God knows that we’re bleeding under our ski mask
How could you not be a pitbull when life's a bitch?
[2nd verse]
My first blunt, my first bottle
Wealth is in our heart, bullshit I want dough
In order to get it sometimes things get crazy
It doesn’t matter, if mama wants to do a round-the-world trip
Kiddo, the human race is mean
I came, I saw, I defeated those dogs, the tail between the legs
And I still have a tear under the eye, a numb heart
Tell them that I’m black and white, 100% bounty killer
Talented but you’ll never be in my pool
On the highest throne in the world, we're still just seating on our booty
Sometimes I take drug like a racing cyclist
When my scars reawaken, I feel so lonely and so sad
Certified lyricist, that’s why God created me
Si si, hung mood, Mississipi mood
I’m losing it, on the mic it’s the Amazonia
Indigenous in the chromosomes, cities of gold, my promised land

[Chorus]
Hands up, head-up, I dreamed of dying on the battlefield
I don’t wanna die on stage
God knows that we’re bleeding under our ski mask
How could you not be a pitbull when life's a bitch?
Hands up, head-up, I dreamed of dying on the battlefield
I don’t wanna die on stage
God knows that we’re bleeding under our ski mask
How could you not be a pitbull when life's a bitch?
[3rd verse]
I’m where I’m at despite so many mistakes
I’m too much in advance to ask them for the time
Step by step, with a firm pace, without knowing where I’m headin'
I often looked for troubles, I always found them
In front of teachers, I was grimacing while toking on my blunt
Because they told me in class that men descended from apes

[Outro]
B2OBA
My life, Pitbull
Ah-ha, ah-ha