[Verse 1 : N.O.S]
The drops of my sweat have the scent of hell
It’s starting over again, we’ll end up getting used to it
Fuck your fame, fuck your buzz
Without this fucking rap you’re nothing, shallow puta
I don’t want to be invited
Sorry life, I’m counting the money over
My dreams are putting their clothes back on, Manny
To offer them all these dreams we’re going to burn
Her ass is starting to please me
The blue bills turned purple
The red ones turned green

[Chorus : Ademo]
Naha, Naha, hmm, hmm
Ok I don’t give a hmm, hmm
I’m lighting me up a cigarette, in the hmm, hmm
This bitch wants to see my hmm, hmm
I talk to my hmm, hmm
The client wants his hmm, hmm
Hand cuffed, in the hmm, hmm
In the prison’s visiting room, I pull out my hmm, hmm

[Verse 2 : Ademo]
I’m lighting me up a cigarette in the middle of Etosha
I’m doing the turn of the plains with Epona
You dreamt so much about it, I haven’t finish bum
Nananère, you fat bitch, you’re jealous of me
While watching Youtube, you cast the evil eye on me
I make more E for every letter on my paper
Fuck your mom (yeah)
A heart of ice, you know it, olé, olé !
I’m Parisian, you fucker
Stealing, stealing the rich but not the poor, bitch, bitch, hmm
A legend like Rai on the field
Stop it my bitch, you know that we like money
It’s thanks to this shit that our fam’ eats (faggot)
We can’t say that we’re condemned
The light, we’ve only been seeing it since this year
Up 70 degrees I have to pedal, let them talk
Some bums and some bums I can’t count them any more (no)
And the air hostess is serving me some nice tea (yeah)
I’m not there but Hervé keeps on voting (in the stairway)
I want me some L, some V, some G
President, motherfucker
You clown, pronounce my name, I would love to laugh
Sunny day in the projects, they’re wheeling the motocross
My building’s hallway, I miss you, and you know it, I don’t give a shit

[Chorus : Ademo]
Naha, Naha, hmm, hmm
Ok I don’t give a hmm, hmm
I’m lighting me up a cigarette, in the hmm, hmm
This bitch wants to see my hmm, hmm
I talk to my hmm, hmm
The client wants his hmm, hmm
Hand cuffed, in the hmm, hmm
In the prison’s visiting room, I pull out my hmm, hmm

[Outro : Ademo]
I only rap for the ouhh
The streets smell of hmm, hmm
I can see the world, I can see her hmm, hmm
On poster I’ve got the hmm, hmm
Chico, I want the hmm, hmm
And everything that is hmm, hmm
Mother… hmm, hmm
I’m totaly wrecked hmm, hmm
Naha