Lucien «Papalu» M'Baidem - Funky Piano / From A Town Call Paris / Donkeys lyrics

[Funky Piano] [Intro] Hun ! Check this out, for [?] Check it, check it out, every-every go, yo ! Yop-yop, yop-yop, yo yop-yop [Couplet] Hun ! Here comes the man with the swing (with the swing) [?] I'm singing with my Beatnuts, I [?] Time to get serious When I see a punk [?] I get furious The wick-wick-wicked up [?] Let's got my [?] to [?] That's for those who refuse my music, is up the people Made by the people For the people, hey you're f**ing ! We're all equal Don't play me no colour, and just call me brother But if you mess around, you'll get smoked motherf**er, boom ... [?] before my paquet [?] my beat sounds better when I'm kickin' [?] You better keep walkin' Commin' from another land to bring the funky apples They used to call me the Revolucien, that is the rebel This french new yorka, Papalu ! The swinger, the french n***a who goes clic, like a trigger, damn [?] about the funky style, I'm through in Like Chuck Berry, I keep walkin', I'm rolling a blunt, so get me [?] [?] september Smokes 6 n***as, with a [?] in my chamber [?] Excuse my french, but I'm [?] ... [From A Town Call Paris] The one they called Lucien is rappin' sh** from ninety-three, ninety-four, ninety-ninety-more Welcome to the neighborhood, it called the Wood (the Wood) [?] no hood [?] guns I'm on my way to heaven, stick it up nones Hip-hop get smoked in my neighborhood He get trouble is goal, 'cause the times get cold The beats like to do ya, just like the [?] Not damn my head, to be such like a junky But that's at the suburbs at Paris goals And if you don't believe me, [?] My man got shoted by a [?] for nothing Looking for the [?], when I hear the cops laughin' But hey yo, yo, look at my finger He's right on the trigger, to [?] a punk, n***a 'Cause I ain't go like a duck So walk like a duck, 'cause yo ! You are the luck [?] [?] I get tired of the bullsh** I take a who*e, take her home, take a nap and that's it now I relax Max, I'm [?] fun tracks The new jacks, so use the mic like tampax, get smacked Just like on TV, they make Paris looks like everything drowsy (It is not ?) No, no, no, so I keep laughin' It's alway talkin' sh** [?] black [?] nothing That's like it is when you [?] money And that's he used to be when I was schoolin' in Paris (From the Zulu Nation, from a town called Paris) Je continue, je f** mon nineteen-ninety-three Pour la vieille école, les anciens, et tous ceux qui sont partis Bang ! Bang ! Bang ! Goes my [?] if you play me too close You get blown [?] mind I start to flip, rip, [?] Never trick [?] your lip (Extra ! Extra !) Oh yeah, I come bigger [?] [?] a french n***a ... From the Zulu Nation, from a town called Paris From the Zulu Nation, from a town called Paris From the Zulu Nation, from a town called Paris From the Zulu Nation, from a town called Paris From the Zulu Nation From the Zulu Nation, from a town called Paris, Paris [Donkeys] ...