[Booba - N°10/ English Translation]

[Intro]
Only numbers 10 in my team, n***a

[Chorus]
I don't wait for it to be heaven-sent
If you ain't N°10 in Paname, you the silly billy of the century
Where I proceed, numerous will be the victims
Only numbers 10 in my team
Less wise than our fathers, I take and observe
Print our rhymes on the ring with a bulldozer
Where I proceed, numerous will be the victims
Only numbers 10 in my team

[Verse 1]
I find it hard to obey to men
Even if my words have the handcuffs, are taken to the ground
I do give a fuck about having good grades, few chosen ones in my field
Strikers, few wingers in my suburbs
My lyrics are sullen, let me say
I don't care about the past if I still have a few millions euros to hold out
My white flag is always in the wash, leng kept warm
Before facing the team, soak your balls into warm water
Sometime I wanna shut up but there's this shitty lousy rap
So I run on weed and my disk goes pump iron
I don't dream much, I rather act but my lifetime is minimal
So inevitably infinite ends up bad
If I reach silver or bronze, it's that the gold has outrunned me
So I will be of those who got to be put back in jail
N***a, you'll ask yourself after my clique kills you:
"How did they manage to have this style?"
Shotgun in the hands, jug of water in the pupils
Kiddo only numbers 10 in my team
Not just to show off...
[Chorus]
I don't wait for it to be heaven-sent
If you ain't N°10 in Paname, you the silly billy of the century
Where I proceed, numerous will be the victims
Only numbers 10 in my team
Less wise than our fathers, I take and observe
Print our rhymes on the ring with a bulldozer
Where I proceed, numerous will be the victims
Only numbers 10 in my team

[Verse 2]
In rap I write and produce, I'm chauffeur-delivery man
Lots of flowers at my burial, surrounded by dealers
N***a we ain't jokin' with dough at the GHQ
Kho it's the euros, let's get to the heart of the matter
Suburbanite, I take the bate just to party
This morning a rabbit has shot a cop
White, brown and bingo!
Ass and money mentionned, outside we become mad nut, department of ingot
MC in Occident by accident tough to handle
But courageous, we don't commit suicide we get shot!
Drunk too quickly, our reputation suck
Black stud in love with G-string, high heel bitches
Are without landmarks, crooked in the blood
My partners in crimes and me set fire, fuck it and her
We got the overtaking tune, lots try to fit in
But got their booty showing, think they're in the mouv'
Make rap without calories or fibers
Too ugly, innovate by copying, they didn't saw the dick size
B2OBA, number 10, nothing to fear
I'm meant to shine not going out
[Chorus]
I don't wait for it to be heaven-sent
If you ain't N°10 in Paname, you the silly billy of the century
Where I proceed, numerous will be the victims
Only numbers 10 in my team
Less wise than our fathers, I take and observe
Print our rhymes on the ring with a bulldozer
Where I proceed, numerous will be the victims
Only numbers 10 in my team

[Verse 3]
You dream of being N°10, like us
That the street applauds you, very few roar like us
Ballon d'or thanks to my tackles to the throats, my inside cuts ok
I do my things, king of mount Tallac I fuck you
Fuck the law, its refereeing, its cards
Tell them, out here we're the boss, suck us off while we deal
Often the dope is too soft
Too lame, too light, not in the 92
So sometime I smoke, I'm high and lost
Instead of taking cash and making cheese
Where I proceed, numerous will be the victims
Only numbers 10 in my team