Nakk Mendosa — Sans song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Sans" by Nakk Mendosa.
Lyrics
J’suis arrivé dans l’rap sans invit', sans un beat
J’insiste: sans un clip, sans un titre, frérot ça t’change un type
Sans groupe, sans groupies, sans crew
J’y arriverai sans doute, mais sans vous, donc vous on s’en fout
Sans blaguer, sans clasher man, surtout sans brasser
Sans cash, sans liasses man, pourquoi s’en cacher?
Sans braquer, sans baver ou mendier cent balles
Ils ont l’pav', on s’en bat man, qu’ils touchent cent barres
Sans peine, sans haine même si les années s’enchainent
Sans flemme même si j’ai fait des textes par centaines
Sans stress, sans caisse, sans sexe, sans Lexus
Sans sucer, sans m’stresser, sans lexique
Sans mes fafs, sans taf mais on s’en tape man
Sans nœud-pap', j’ai pris des patates man mais sans knock-out
Sans drame, sans larmes, sans armes, sans blagues
J’rappe pour mes semblables, tu m’sens man?
J’suis arrivé sans clip, sans DJ
Sans date, sans clique, sans stresser
J’m’en tape, sans fric, sans becqueter
Sans blagues, sans qu’on m’dise: «Nakk, tu t’emballes»
J’suis arrivé sans qu’on m’attende en combattant et en comatant
Sans d’mander quand j’percerai et en combien d’temps
Sans lâcher mes gens, c’est mes frères, j’peux rien faire sans
Car pour eux ça sent l’roussi sans qu’ils aient un accent
Sans quitter la zone, sans kiffer la taule, sans pitié
On a griffé la Gaule sans quitter la pole position
Sans lâcher, pas l’temps d’s’enlacer
Respecter comme Sélassié, aïe ambiance électrique sans la chaise
Sans m’vanter, sans m’vendre, sans Glock et
Sans sangloter, crâne rasé, pas de Solglo
Sans qu’on s’entende, change, j’nique ma vie sans qu’elle soit
Consentante, j’m’en sortirai qu’en chantant
Sans viser l’bas, sans s’enliser, j’te disais
Que j’visais l’pav' et un appart' aux Champs-Élysées
Surtout crois pas que dans l’rap j’espère plus
Avant d’fermer l’cercueil, assure-toi que j’respire plus
J’suis arrivé sans clip, sans DJ
Sans date, sans clique, sans stresser
J’m’en tape, sans fric, sans becqueter
Sans blagues, sans qu’on m’dise: «Nakk, tu t’emballes»
Lyrics translation
I got into rap without an invite, without a beat
I insist: without a clip, without a title, brother it changes a guy
No group, no groupies, no crew
I'll probably make it, but without you, so you don't care.
Without joking, without clasher man, especially without brewing
Without cash, without bundles man, why hide from them?
Without robbing, drooling or begging a hundred bullets
They have the pav', we fight man, they touch a hundred bars
Without pain, without hatred even if the years go by
Without phlegm even though I have made texts by hundreds
No stress, no body, no sex, no Lexus
No sucking, no stressing, no lexicon
Without my fafs, without taf but we don't care man
Without a knot, I took man potatoes but without knockout
No drama, No Tears, no weapons, no jokes
I rap for my fellow men, do you feel man?
I arrived without a clip, without a DJ
No date, no click, no stress
I don't care, no money, no pecking
No jokes, no telling me, "Nakk, you're going crazy.»
I arrived without being expected by fighting and comatando
Without sending when I will pierce and in how long
Without letting go of my people, it's my brothers, I can do nothing without
Because for them it smells like a redneck without them having an accent
Without leaving the area, without kiffer the jail, without pity
We scratched the Gaul without leaving the pole position
Without letting go, no time to hug
Respect as Selassie, Oye electric atmosphere without the chair
Without bragging, without selling, without Glock and
No sobbing, shaved skull, no Solglo
Without getting along, change, I Nic my life without it being
Consenting, I'll only get away with singing
Without aiming down, without getting bogged down, I was telling you
That I was aiming for the pav 'and an apartment' in the Champs-Elysees
Especially do not believe that in rap I hope more
Before you close the coffin, make sure I breathe more
I arrived without a clip, without a DJ
No date, no click, no stress
I don't care, no money, no pecking
No jokes, no telling me, "Nakk, you're going crazy.»