Stand the ghetto
Si tu danses reggae
Si tu danses reggae
Tu balances reggae
Sans défense reggae
C'est spécial reggae
Infernal reggae
Ça commence à cogner
Comme un cœur régulier
I and I love the island in the sun
I and I know when and where I go
But it is so hard to feed my kids
But it is so hard to stand the ghetto
Tout l'monde danse, tu te traînes
Tout l'monde fume et tu bois
Downtown, ça enchaîne
Dans les rhumbars en bois
Quand ça cause le reggae
Ça explose reggae
C'est la soul reggae
Qui déboule reggae
I and I love the island in the sun
I and I know when and where I go
But it is so hard to feed my kids
But it is so hard to stand the ghetto
Derrière les barbelés
Trois rangés bien gardées
Ils attendent de crever
De sortir de braquer
Pour le flingue dans ta poche
T'es coincé à Gun Court
Jusque-là le reggae
Viendra t'réveiller
I and I love the island in the sun
I and I know when and where I go
But it is so hard to feed my kids
But it is so hard to stand the ghetto
Elle est noire et dorée
Elle est belle à crever
Regarde-la marcher
Et danser son reggae
Fait trop chaud pour chanter
Fait trop soif pour noter
Trop beau pour t'expliquer
Ce qui s'passe dans l'reggae
I and I love the island in the sun
I and I know when and where I go
But it is so hard to feed my kids
But it is so hard to stand the ghetto
To stand the ghetto
To stand the ghetto
To stand the ghetto
To stand the ghetto
To stand the ghetto
To stand the ghetto
To stand the ghetto
Si tu danses reggae
Tu balances reggae
Sans défense reggae
C'est spécial reggae
Infernal reggae
Ça commence à cogner
Comme un cœur régulier
I and I love the island in the sun
I and I know when and where I go
But it is so hard to feed my kids
But it is so hard to stand the ghetto
Tout l'monde danse, tu te traînes
Tout l'monde fume et tu bois
Downtown, ça enchaîne
Dans les rhumbars en bois
Quand ça cause le reggae
Ça explose reggae
C'est la soul reggae
Qui déboule reggae
I and I love the island in the sun
I and I know when and where I go
But it is so hard to feed my kids
But it is so hard to stand the ghetto
Derrière les barbelés
Trois rangés bien gardées
Ils attendent de crever
De sortir de braquer
Pour le flingue dans ta poche
T'es coincé à Gun Court
Jusque-là le reggae
Viendra t'réveiller
I and I love the island in the sun
I and I know when and where I go
But it is so hard to feed my kids
But it is so hard to stand the ghetto
Elle est noire et dorée
Elle est belle à crever
Regarde-la marcher
Et danser son reggae
Fait trop chaud pour chanter
Fait trop soif pour noter
Trop beau pour t'expliquer
Ce qui s'passe dans l'reggae
I and I love the island in the sun
I and I know when and where I go
But it is so hard to feed my kids
But it is so hard to stand the ghetto
To stand the ghetto
To stand the ghetto
To stand the ghetto
To stand the ghetto
To stand the ghetto
To stand the ghetto
To stand the ghetto
Credits
Writer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
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