Song: Tour De Pise Artist: Guizmo Lyrics: Woop! Woop! Ziguili-zone sensible Woop! Woop! Guizmo the Caravelle 9-4, Polognes, Male, Kalash' The craziest guy isn't me Not many know that we're determined Fuck the Dirty South, I'm here to exterminate them It's the heart that speaks, I'm relaxed, I'm going Grilled brain, burning weed "Are we the bosses"? You're nothing You came back from Scotland? I came back from the hole Guns, drugs? Blues monkeys Syringes, Corsicans? Joints, money Villeneuve-la-Garenne, Valenton, Savigny-le-Temple I'll align you and stab you, I'll arrive and hide At your place, in your sheets, I know you like to hide the fugitives We'll get drunk and eat pizzas Then we'll make love, there are traitors among my friends I don't even hang out with them anymore, I'm disgusted in my verses I puked in the toilet, spent nights thinking Spent nights getting too high Spent nights profiling treachery The more it goes, the more it's precarious #LeaningTowerOfPisa Guiz' is not okay and those braggarts make fun of him But it's not the same when I rap for the title An album every six months, who's gonna do it? You only look at your shoes, you should live on the ground And don't play innocent, you know who I'm talking to Little faggot, leave the room before I crush your head I'll fuck you up in rap and street fight You used to call me "brother", you're just another bastard Viguili-Villeneuve, I caught the anger Thank God, in my head, for a djiguil-jingle Yes-giligili I shout, that you were in featuring with me When we were face to face, you had urine leaks If you're scared, it means you have something to hide You crawl for a beautiful slut to ride Who do you think you are to sing about the street? You're afraid of cockroaches and rats, you only think about dipping your dick Come on, get lost, you're just an imposter who's gonna sink A toaster who raps in French Hey, it's too easy, your fast flows And your stories about girls, you bombard us with bluff Cousin, in the future, avoid sucking up to me In eu-r freestyles and little sluts want me Is that what makes you jealous? You've become an expert at sneaky moves under the sheets Just for the money, and it's infuriating When I'm burning my joint I see myself smashing your head and declare war on you But I'll spare your mother, I'm not forgetting that you were my friend (Never!) But I'm not forgetting that you lowered your pants My hood and my block, only money and weed The craziest guy isn't me! But it's not me either, I'm not going into this game When you're doing your job, I'm jet-skiing in Mandelieu I'm technical when I want, I express myself in the language of -ge I shock the crowd like Britney Spears without hair Guizmo! Remember the name of your boss Calmly, I kill your friend, I become the pimp on your block Cousin, you want me to rap in your city? Tell me how much you give? You want hash in the street, nigga how much you give? It's not for free, spit out the sauce and that's it I'm paranoid because I shower in vodka On top of that, bastards want to harm me We'll see if they act tough in front of a gun's fire Or in front of a cold blade, hey tell me what you're talking about I don't care about racists, it's normal that I'm feeling down I just have one question to ask the competition: Why do you linger if you can't rap? You bunch of shitheads, you're in Los Angeles You bunch of shitheads, we want tons of ass You bunch of shitheads, when I'm chillin' in my hood (Check, chikili check) it's the big shit You bunch of shitheads, I beat the beat You bunch of shitheads, I scam the taxman You bunch of shitheads, when I'm chillin' in my hood Chikili-check, it's the suburbs motherfuckers 9.2, Villeneuve-la-Garenne You don't want to play the Caravelle It hangs late in our 93's Goutte d'Or, you can't test the boys of Bès-bar Weed, pints, booze, I'm stoned, I have time to get high You envy me but this delusion is worthless Seriously, you are more than jesters Go fuck yourself Your emotions, your prejudices (I'm talking to all the dirty girls) You're too sensitive (No need to worry, I have an effective marabou) Only my zone is sensitive here How does it go? Yonea Willy, Willy Yonea Bunch of dumbasses, we won't go to soirga Go on, go on (sensitive zone), party, party (Go on baby dance) You're dead in the movie (Go on dance for me), ecstasy Don't come test, you're dead in the movie facing Guizmo from the Sensible Zone I have as much style as Marshall when he poses in the movie Nigga, I'm authentic and offensive Big, when I kick, reverse, I roll calm, no barrier Because I have a sick flow, sometimes I think it's almost the end... of your career.
