Bounce [English translation]

[Intro]

Well I know, Mom! But still ... it's my song! And ... that's my song! So let me sing what I want in my song! I want to sing my song, that's all!

[Verse 1]

It's the return of the man that the ladies love

I fucked your wife, your mother, your sister, and your labrador

I hate racism, queers and dirty streaks

I wasn't really sad at the death of Charles Trenet

Dethrone us: must train without dragging

We are crazy, and we tend to engrainer ourself

O.R.E.L. is like Santa without sleigh

There's beautiful things in his backpack, but it's no gift

I have chicks in all zip codes

And I will not try to confuse you if you have beefy buddies

I put bombs, as if I were George W. Bush

When I rap my niggas bounce, and all the sluts open their mouths

I'm too cool, like Cookies featuring Cursed Crew

I'm a gangster and I kill people when I listen Mobb Deep

I have too many chicks, I don't remember the one I throw

I have too much ego, I shout my name when I ejaculate

Also in the moon, fuck, this child is rather special

Me, I don't give a shit, I put wheels on my spaceship

I had to create my own style to disgust the mockers

My brain told me: "Shut up!" ; I chose to listen to my heart

[Refrain]

Put your hands in the ceiling, push your bottom speakers

You can't test with the invisible stars

Put your hands in the ceiling, push your bottom speakers

Push your bottom speakers, push your bottom speakers

Put your hands in the ceiling, push your bottom speakers

You can't test with the invisible stars

Put your hands in the ceiling, push your bottom speakers

In the ceiling, in the ceiling, in the ceiling!

[Verse 2]

Fuck the police: I took Julie Lescaut in missionary

There's my face in photo at "MC" in the dictionary

O.R.E.L., The Infamous, The Misogynist

It's true that I tend to hit women since I started the Gin

My rap is not awesome, it's a trick that mutilates

You're like a bitch who don't swallow, you're basically useless

Anyway what you wanted to do with a voice so lame?

Faggot, you will not even become popular in your neighborhood

I'm the Fifth Element, hung like an elephant

I don't have changed, child, I already loved clog the slots

When I write, I put fined the Iliad and the Odyssey

I have more style than drugs that there were at high school

In industry, an asshole make crap, and all the sheep move

My rap is the bomb, as if Bush presses the red button

There's what? There's only to the microphone that I assault

But at least I'm moving as if I had changed address

Yeah I'm a gladiator, I heat the rooms like a radiator

Actor, songwriter, good squatter

From my own films, that I make in my head

Sorry guys but I hadn't seen that it was the party

[Refrain]

Put your hands in the ceiling, push your bottom speakers

You can't test with the invisible stars

Put your hands in the ceiling, push your bottom speakers

Push your bottom speakers, push your bottom speakers

Put your hands in the ceiling, push your bottom speakers

You can't test with the invisible stars

Put your hands in the ceiling, push your bottom speakers

In the ceiling, in the ceiling, in the ceiling!

• Artist:Casseurs Flowters
• Album:Fantasy Mixtape