Paroles et traduction FouKi feat. Koriass - All Zay

All Zay

(Ouhhh ouh ouh ouh)
Back then, j′comptais chaque cenne, yeah
Trois boys sur un pack, man, yeah
Maintenant, j'ai l′micro in my hands, yeah
J'fais du rap à tous les matins, yeah
Mabad, j'fais les bahayes qu′j′aime, yeah
J'concrétise c′que j'imagine, yeah
All in sur mon avenir, yeah
Rap, rap, rap, feeling all zay, yeah
Yeah, on est bless, bro
So, faut reach le best spot, yeah
Plato Zay fait les best of
D′mande à Michel, juste des bangers sur mon desktop
Pis d'mande à Steve, man
J′ai sold out tous mes events, yuh
Ah, pis baisse le gain, man (chut, chut)
Sinon j'baise le game, man
Clap sur le beat comme j'clap sur le ass
Flip-flop, fait les tricks, backflip sur le track, yeah
On met les efforts, y a pas d′mauvais départ
Juste la ligne d′arrivée, quand on a l'devoir de porter l′or
So faut make it right, là pour un millénaire
Yeah, on a jamais fini d'blow a′ec la fourmilière
So faut make it live, et prêt à vivre le rêve
Parce qu'on a rappé dans tous les coins du périmètre, yeah
J′fume des bédos dans mon bando
Fuck it, j'prends pas le métro, juste des haters dans mon rétro
De Plato Hess jusqu'à Saint-Eu
Cuisine juste les bangers, j′reach le top pis j′suis sur mes 22
Back then, j'comptais chaque cenne, yeah
Trois boys sur un pack, man, yeah
Maintenant, j′ai l'micro in my hands, yeah
J′fais du rap à tous les matins, yeah
Mabad, j'fais les bahayes qu′j'aime, yeah
J'concrétise c′que j′imagine, yeah
All in sur mon avenir, yeah
Rap, rap, rap, feeling all zay, yeah
Back then, j'comptais chaque cenne, yeah
Trois boys sur un pack, man, yeah
Couche-Tard pour un Mark Ten, yeah
J′donne du pourboire à ta gardienne, yeah
J'ai rien à câlisser du rap queb, yeah
T′as l'air commandité par Ardène, yeah
All in sur mon avenir, yeah
Rap, rap, rap, feelin′ all zay, yeah
Uh, tu peux pas fuck avec le pen game
J'écris juste d'la droite, ça c′est mon Jean-Marie Lepen game
Allergique aux rappeurs queb, ça c′est mon Epipen game
J'te laisse un Dead Man Walking sur mon Sean Penn game
Champagne poppin′, on va l'verser sur vos tombes
Ain′t no second guessin', vous allez décéder sous nos bombes
J′ai le vétéran status, première place au marathon
J'étais là avant qu'les rappeurs queb y fassent du reggaeton
Get it all, donne le papier, j′veux des stacks, c′est pas des per diem
Smack un fucking mumble rapper avec un Bescherelle
Tes broke dudes peuvent pas fuck avec le spookiness
Old school, j'rappais déjà avant qu′FouKi naisse
On met le game, on choke hold, sti de djolè
J'fais les choses avec le bro Stone Cold, Steve Jolin
Wind blows dans notre dos pis on va blow up jusqu′au sommet
Gun blows sur les foes, on laisse des hoes dans ton bonnet
Long road, v'la pas si long, j′étais broke pis j'déconnais
Prends jamais de pauses, travaille on the low sur les projets
Quelques onces dans le styrofoam, doze dans le gobelet
J'suis le GOAT sur le microphone, bro, tu m′connais
De Saint-Eustache jusqu′à Plato Hess
Que'ques p′tits bolés qui ont jamais rien coulé sauf leur Alcootest
De Plateau-Zay jusqu'à Saint-Eu, shout out tous les haters
J′porte le sept sur mon blazer
Back then, j'comptais chaque cenne, yeah
Trois boys sur un pack, man, yeah
Maintenant, j′ai l'micro in my hands, yeah
J'fais du rap à tous les matins, yeah
Mabad, j′fais les bahayes qu′j'aime, yeah
J′concrétise c'que j′imagine, yeah
All in sur mon avenir, yeah
Rap, rap, rap, feeling all zay, yeah

All Zay

(Ouhhh ouh ouh ouh)
Back then, I was counting every penny, yeah
Three guys on one pack, man, yeah
Now I got the mic in my hands, yeah
I do rap every morning, yeah
Sorry, I do the things I love, yeah
I make what I imagine happen, yeah
All in on my future, yeah
Rap, rap, rap, feeling all zay, yeah
Yeah, we're blessed, bro
So, gotta reach the best spot, yeah
Plato Zay makes the best of
Ask Michel, just bangers on my desktop
And ask Steve, man
I sold out all my events, yuh
Ah, and lower the gain, man (shh, shh)
Otherwise I'll screw the game, man
Clap on the beat like I clap on the ass
Flip-flop, do the tricks, backflip on the track, yeah
We put in the effort, there's no bad start
Just the finish line, when we have the duty to carry the gold
So gotta make it right, here for a millennium
Yeah, we never stop blowing up with the anthill
So gotta make it live, and ready to live the dream
Because we rapped in every corner of the perimeter, yeah
I smoke joints in my bando
Fuck it, I don't take the metro, just haters in my rearview
From Plato Hess to Saint-Eu
Just cookin' bangers, I reach the top and I'm on my 22s
Back then, I was counting every penny, yeah
Three guys on one pack, man, yeah
Now I got the mic in my hands, yeah
I do rap every morning, yeah
Sorry, I do the things I love, yeah
I make what I imagine happen, yeah
All in on my future, yeah
Rap, rap, rap, feeling all zay, yeah
Back then, I was counting every penny, yeah
Three guys on one pack, man, yeah
Couche-Tard for a Mark Ten, yeah
I tip your babysitter, yeah
I don't give a damn about Quebec rap, yeah
You look sponsored by Ardène, yeah
All in on my future, yeah
Rap, rap, rap, feeling all zay, yeah
Uh, you can't fuck with the pen game
I only write from the right, that's my Jean-Marie Lepen game
Allergic to Quebec rappers, that's my Epipen game
I leave you Dead Man Walking on my Sean Penn game
Champagne poppin', we gonna pour it on your graves
Ain't no second guessin', you gonna die under our bombs
I got the veteran status, first place in the marathon
I was there before Quebec rappers did reggaeton
Get it all, give me the paper, I want stacks, it's not per diem
Smack a fucking mumble rapper with a Bescherelle
Your broke dudes can't fuck with the spookiness
Old school, I was already rapping before FouKi was born
We put the game in a chokehold, still from djolè
I do things with my bro Stone Cold, Steve Jolin
Wind blows in our back and we gonna blow up to the top
Gun blows on the foes, we leave hoes in your beanie
Long road, it ain't that long, I was broke and I was messing around
Never take breaks, work on the low on projects
A few ounces in the styrofoam, doze in the cup
I'm the GOAT on the microphone, bro, you know me
From Saint-Eustache to Plato Hess
A few little guys who never leaked anything but their breathalyzer test
From Plateau-Zay to Saint-Eu, shout out to all the haters
I wear the seven on my blazer
Back then, I was counting every penny, yeah
Three guys on one pack, man, yeah
Now I got the mic in my hands, yeah
I do rap every morning, yeah
Sorry, I do the things I love, yeah
I make what I imagine happen, yeah
All in on my future, yeah
Rap, rap, rap, feeling all zay, yeah