Lyrics and translation Disiz feat. Mac Miller - Toussa Toussa

Toussa Toussa

Bonjour!
Bonjour
Yeah
It's your boy Mac Miller
Mais Disiz!
What up France?
Toussa Toussa Remix
What some shit that you can dance?
Pousse-toi, Pousse-toi
C'est ça, c'est ça

Meilleur accent de tous les temps en anglais: whatever
C'est D-I-S-I-Z, I'm the best! Forever
Toussa Toussa Remix avec le mec Mac Miller
Pittsburg, Paris, Boston, prod' de Statik Selekter
Tous mes whites, mes niggers, tous ensemble, together
On vient redéfinir le cool, le reste c'est game over
En concert je porte la foule comme un bodybuilder
Terminator pour les MCs, Arnold Schwartzeneger
Je les cherche, je les shoote, Sarah Connor
Bien sûr que ça rappe connard
On est multicolore
On fuck Gilbert Connard
Pour la bonne cause on accepte tout: euros, dollars
Francs CFA, fuck you pay moi-même en dinards
Les MCs sont des fuckings baboons: Houga Bouga
Veulent nous coller leurs tubes comme des nougats
Prêts à tout pour des thunes, pour le magot, deviennent mahbouls
On s'en bat les reins, t'as de l'oseille? C'est bien, ta bouche
Ok, t'es trop blindé, tu chies des sous, mais le souci
C'est toujours le même son à volonté, comme les sushis
Les radios te disent: "MC, fais ci, fais ça"
T'es chaud? Couci-couça, scuzi, vas-y, pousse-toi

Ok, t'es un bandit, t'es un méchant: toussa toussa
T'as tué des gens, tu te fais beaucoup d'argent: toussa toussa
A ce qu'il paraît tu rappes trop bien, mais c'est quand? Où ça? Où ça?
Essuye le micro, il pue les dents: pousse toi, pousse-toi
Ton rap de demeuré, de gros gogol: on s'en bat les reins!
Ta voiture louée, ta carte gold: on s'en bat les seins!
Pas de l'ancienne, ni de la nouvelle, moi je suis de l'éternelle école
Tu t'en bats pas les couilles parce que t'as rien

Uhhhh (uhh)
Rhyming in a doo-rag (true)
You mad (true)
You bad (true)
Making bitches chillin' on my couches (that's good)
Surrounded, they admiring my outfit (it's really nice)
Chillin' in Columbus, smoke a lot of weed, chill with Mr Tumnus (high as fuck)
Pour some syrup in a sunkiss (lick that shit bitch)
Hella' bitch, suck dick for some truckfit
You know you can't fuck with that (No)
Doo-rag underneath my bucket hat (swag)
When I'm rollin' in they like hoo-rah hoo-rah (that's a celebration chant)
Never comin' up with corny shit (never)
Have a bitch give me head while I recording this (Wooooo)
Bitch I'm gangster (gangster)
Thank her after then I spank her

All That Jazz

Hello!
Hello
Yeah
It's your boy Mac Miller
But Disiz!
What up France?
All That Jazz Remix
What some shit that you can dance to, girl?
Move over, Move over
That's it, that's it

Best English accent of all time: whatever
It's D-I-S-I-Z, I'm the best! Forever
All That Jazz Remix with the dude Mac Miller
Pittsburg, Paris, Boston, prod' by Statik Selektah
All my white boys, my black boys, all together, together
We're here to redefine cool, the rest is game over
In concert I carry the crowd like a bodybuilder
Terminator for the MCs, Arnold Schwarzenegger
I hunt them down, I shoot them, Sarah Connor
Of course it raps, asshole
We are multicolored
We fuck Gilbert Connard
For a good cause we accept everything: euros, dollars
CFA francs, fuck you pay me even in dinars
The MCs are fucking baboons: Houga Bouga
They want to stick their hits to us like nougat
Ready for anything for money, for the loot, they become crazy
We don't give a damn, you got money? Good, your mouth
Ok, you're too loaded, you shit money, but the problem
It's always the same sound at will, like sushi
The radios tell you: "MC, do this, do that"
You hot? So-so, scuzi, go ahead, move over

Ok, you're a bandit, you're a bad guy: all that jazz
You killed people, you make a lot of money: all that jazz
Apparently you rap too well, but when? Where? Where?
Wipe the mic, it stinks of teeth: move over, move over
Your moron rap, big dummy: we don't give a damn!
Your rented car, your gold card: we don't give a tit!
Not old school, nor new school, I'm from the eternal school
You don't give a fuck because you have nothing

Uhhhh (uhh)
Rhyming in a doo-rag (true)
You mad (true)
You bad (true)
Making bitches chillin' on my couches (that's good)
Surrounded, they admiring my outfit (it's really nice)
Chillin' in Columbus, smoke a lot of weed, chill with Mr Tumnus (high as fuck)
Pour some syrup in a sunkiss (lick that shit bitch)
Hella' bitch, suck dick for some truckfit
You know you can't fuck with that (No)
Doo-rag underneath my bucket hat (swag)
When I'm rollin' in they like hoo-rah hoo-rah (that's a celebration chant)
Never comin' up with corny shit (never)
Have a bitch give me head while I recording this (Wooooo)
Bitch I'm gangster (gangster)
Thank her after then I spank her