[Booba - Ratpi World/ English Translation]

[Intro]
Automatic weapons, it's fantastic
What's going on, homie?
I'm in my Ratpi World, eh

[Verse 1]
They came at 6' in the morning, rangers, no fishnet stockings
They want us to be trapped like city rats, surrounded like in Palestine
The bumper kisses the storefront, D.U.C.: ain't no Cristaline
Wallaye, I'm on you like a Djinn, it's worse than you can imagine
Gargoyles on a blessed roof, rate-pi patrols day and night
If you don't know who I am, your flat screen come from Momo Henni
It's all written but I don't like reading, you're fake, your skin it's not thick
Many people that I like but I don't like to say it, many people I hindered want to destroy me
So be it, I've always let the devil seduce me
Inside Tony's desk, loaded grenade-launcher, huge ceremony
It's tough bro, the pandemic, give me an advance of one and a half kilo
9-2, Porte de Châtillon, Lamborghini, gull-wing door (I'm too gang, she can't say "no")

[Chorus]
What's going on, homie? I'm in my Ratpi World
Automatic weapons, it's fantastic
What's going on, homie? I'm in my Ratpi World
[Verse 2]
Let's get divorced at the city hall, let's do the hlel at Chagoumi's
Liquidating them up to the last man will always be a good idea
If you have no camp, you have no opinion, no ship, no future
By saying nothing, we said it all so shut the fuck up and follow me
Lost my insta' again, my own thing it's music
I try to keep my instinct, disoriented by the algorhithm
Using six gear, I can see the sky better, way too late to step back
I told her: "Give me some gel", not for my hand but for the anal
I'm closer to the Rif than to the Gif, you're closer to a bullet than to a slap

[Outro]
Yeah
To the Rif
Let's get divorced at the city hall