Pop corn Lyrics English Translation by Rohff
Our brothers were gang leaders, eaten away by termites
Isolated like Faïd, a mind of granite
To the old heads they locked up, not the broke alcoholics
Calibrated in the whip, the cops find ’em comical
Old man in the closet, old lady toxic
Read between the lines of flour or are you dyslexic?
The street fucks up your life, the stress wears out your wife
Machine gun in the headrest, live from the McDrive
Every crew’s got its star, even your spots wanna eat
Nobody wants to see you shine in a Huracan in Dubai
Ouch, like my homies say: an tchou ay
The street’s rappin’, check the outfits of the 3atay
They say it pays on TikTok
They blur out their husband’s day out, twerkin’ while knocked up
Comorian values, Senegal, nekh trope
Brother, you did a hlel, your best man told you “fuck”
As many score-settlings as the body count of an escort
Better a one-armed man than a rapper with ten Glocks
I knew the raids, the shootouts in front of the block
The real ones know who snitched on his partner in front of the judge
Take care of your own, not the hoes, that’s how you be a real man
Don’t need their support, I’m off the charts
I perform, fitna, Sheitan is losin’ his horns
Nothing but verses, choruses of a man, elected without a referendum
Get out the popcorn, I’m stringin’ together hat-tricks
They ain’t like us, nah, I Candace them, I Kendrick them
My crowd: the Rachids, the Doumams, the Patricks
My hbiba is Algerian, I’m an African Enguez
Get out the popcorn, I’m stringin’ together hat-tricks
They ain’t like us, nah, I Candace them, I Kendrick them
My crowd: the Rachids, the Doumams, the Patricks
My hbiba is Algerian, I’m an African Enguez
Top floor boss, they want my inheritance
In this game, I’m a stain, I’m drainin’ the marshes
I’m their punishment, their withdrawal, their bad luck in the draw
Colon cancer, the African dream in HD
The street acting strange, wants to enlist
Ends up a sieve, burned to a crisp, spare parts
I strike a pose with the 5-star boss
The head chef only left the kitchen for Zidane
Impeccable, untouchable online
Gotta have a clean ass before climbin’ a hairy tree
Let ’em play the fool, watch how we get the job done
They got no dough, they’re ugly even with Photoshop
I blocked the media, kid, I only count on the people
French rap deserves this slap, my hand’s full of make-up
They stream but they don’t fill a venue
From my bed, I sell out Bercy, the street thanks me
H-O-U-S-N-I on top for four decades now
Anti-Macron, coup d’état, knee strike, stroke of genius
I make ’em ordinary, they’re K.O. in denial
Disciplinary ‘hood, society bans us
Comparing me to that trash only helps the ozone layer
Za3ma, I’m in their Top 3, I fuck ’em in a threesome
It kicks, it hustles, it counts on nobody
It kills like Jumpy, it oils you up like Johnson (go)
Get out the popcorn, I’m stringin’ together hat-tricks
They ain’t like us, nah, I Candace them, I Kendrick them
My crowd: the Rachids, the Doumams, the Patricks
My hbiba is Algerian, I’m an African Enguez
Get out the popcorn, I’m stringin’ together hat-tricks
They ain’t like us, nah, I Candace them, I Kendrick them
My crowd: the Rachids, the Doumams, the Patricks
My hbiba is Algerian, I’m an African Enguez
They say it’s the return of rap
I never left, me, it’s them who sidelined me
Check it out now
All those who got off my train get left behind in my station (Housni)