So Apu, how's the mine going? Give me a mix, keep the rest, it's the mine Scrape the cracks of the chapelle I don't play when the guys call me There wasn't one, I had the date You say you sell, but you sell it just to smoke And when a client goes to buy, he's going to fuck you You lie to us, but I got you back up I'm in the block, block-T-E-K I'm in the fuck, fuck We work at the plate, plate We make money in the pack, pack Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop There's some drug in Acapulco It's good fresh yellow like Kulko Given the quality, I put a little bit We don't fix anyone, even if you're the buddy Boom, boom in the guet I do tam-tam, I shoot his guet I invite myself to your party Go ahead, I get off, I'm coming right away I don't have a girlfriend, and my girlfriend doesn't have a guy If you're full, we don't care, and it doesn't matter If you don't have us, we give, you need a phone Since I'm 60, the graters want bubbles They open their asses, ask me without scruples But I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything You say you sell, but you sell it just to smoke You're just a client, go, Nasha will fuck you You lie to us, but I got you back up I'm in the block, block-T-E-K I'm in the fuck, fuck We work for the black, black We make money in the bath, bath I'm in the block, block-T-E-K I'm in the fuck, fuck We work for the black, black We make money in the bath, bath I'm in the block, block-T-E-K