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Dress Code

[Intro : Black M]
I want to be escorted, ahah
 
[Verse 1: Black M]
I’m dazzling, there's only on-lookers around
Akatsuki on the side, you’re just shocked, you’re still the déco**
Everything’s in progress, the capital has its eyes on me
Hey yo, miss, put your hands up
 
[Pre-refrain: Black M]
They say that white people don’t know how to dance
That blacks are noisemakers*
As for you, you’re going to go back home on foot
But don’t worry, things will get better
Three, two, one, zero
 
[Refrain: Black M]
Dresscode, boucan
I want to be escorted, all the time
Bring it on, we’re waiting, you’re tired, get lost
Dresscode, boucan
I want to be escorted, all the time
Bring it on, we’re waiting, you’re tired, get lost
Three, two, one, zero
 
[Verse 2: Black M]
Baby, don’t call me, I’m going out, cheeky
I’ve parked the car, so the car is parked
Misguided, they are, fuck the know-it-alls
I’ve got blood, cold blood at that, at this time there’s not much you can do
It’s about to start, our eyes are on you, it’s a pity, we liked you
Without respect, we move on and that’s how it us
 
[Pre-refrain: Black M]
They say that white people don’t know how to dance
That blacks are noisemakers
And you’re going to go back home on foot
But don’t worry, things will get better
Three, two, one, zero
 
[Refrain: Black M]
Dresscode, boucan
I want to be escorted, all the time
Bring it on, we’re waiting, you’re tired, get lost
Dresscode, boucan
I want to be escorted, all the time
Bring it on, we’re waiting, you’re tired, get lost
Three, two, one, zero
 
[Verse 3: Kalash Criminel]
I enter the club, everyone’s
eyes on me
I saw a brave coloured girl
She told me let’s dance
But you know me I’m too gangsta
Too thug to dance the Macarena
I prefer ndombolo, coupé-décalé
There are even cougars like Madonna
Even when hooded, I don’t back off
If you think, that you’re tough, we’ll take you down like the Berlin wall
I strongly refrain from giving my grandmother a treat at Guerlain
Who told you that the whites don’t know how to dance? Even if that’s the case it’s still irrelevant
With my skin colour, not knowing me, I must surely have sung at Verdun, R.A.S
 
[Pre-refrain: Black M]
They say that white people don’t know how to dance
That blacks are noisemakers
And you’re going to go back home on foot
But don’t worry, things will get better
Three, two, one, zero
 
[Refrain: Black M]
Dresscode, boucan
I want to be escorted, all the time
Bring it on, we’re waiting, you’re tired, get lost
Dresscode, boucan
I want to be escorted, all the time
Bring it on, we’re waiting, you’re tired, get lost
Three, two, one, zero
 
[Outro: Kalash Criminel]
Savagery, gang
Ta-ta-ta
224, savage Guinean
Savage Zairese, 234
R.A.S
 
LoupSolo


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