Trafics locaux Lyrics (English Translation) – Limsa d’Aulnay, ISHA

Read the full Trafics locaux (English Translation) lyrics by Limsa d’Aulnay and ISHA along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Limsa Daulnay’s music, you can also explore La vie qu’on mène and Ça suffit pas, two other songs by Limsa Daulnay.

[Intro: ISHA]
Han, han
Eh, eh, eh

[Chorus: ISHA & Limsa d’Aulnay]
The city holds no secrets, I know all the local drug deals (Local)
The bad ideas when day and night blend together (Blend together)
With everything we’ve done for our cities at our age, we’d deserve a little roundabout, a street named after us
My city holds no secrets, I know all the local drug deals (Local)

[Verse 1: ISHA]
Our parents didn’t manage to keep us safe from harm

Learn to steal at school, lie in court, yeah
The kids know the price of drügs or even the price of a gun
The behavior is mediocre and sometimes inhumane
All the threats start with “fu*k your dead relatives”
For the footballers, rappers and gangsters, they won’t stop praising them
They say: “We’re proud of you, what you’re doing is good”
The truth is, they only admire you because you’re rich
It’s the money, it’s the money, it’s the money

It calibrates men’s hearts, if you’re poor, it’s pathetic
When the State gives you the leftovers, like a (??)
You come from the working class

[Chorus: ISHA & Limsa d’Aulnay]
The city holds no secrets, I know all the local drug deals (Local)
The bad ideas when day and night blend together (Blend together)
With everything we’ve done for our cities at our age, we’d deserve a little roundabout, a street named after us
My city holds no secrets, I know all the local drug deals (Local)

[Verse 2: Limsa d’Aulnay]
Hey, hey
Hey, a$\, when I rap, it’s obvious I didn’t come from an art school
I think my dad never saw me wearing suits
He used to tell me: “Pull up your pants, put your cap on straight
Don’t act like a show-off outside ’cause I did it before you”

If he saw me in flip-flops, cap pulled down when I get into the lowered car seat
Reinvesting the money from people who buy BC (??)
I collect mistakes, football jerseys and trinkets
I’m in the garden of good and evil like Eastwood and Jude Law
I’m writing, I’m on the subway, I’m by the window
And people stare at me because I look crazy even when I’ve only had water

[Chorus: ISHA & Limsa d’Aulnay]
The city holds no secrets, I know all the local dealings (Local)
The bad ideas when day and night blend together (Blend together)
With everything we’ve done for our cities at our age, we’d deserve a little roundabout, a street named after us
My city holds no secrets, I know all the local dealings (Local)