Songtexte:
Double Love Band

Schlek, trop de putes a mes pieds M'en sortir sans aucun piston, je suis professionnel Je redonne le sourire aux michtons et au concessionnaire Ouest Side, Pantheon, Temps Mort, si, si, tu connais Equipe, double

, caught up in a sandstorm (ha) I always say that I'm a one man band But I got more guys on stage than you can count on one hand Damn I'm confusin, roll

some love is still a band of gold My love has no reason, has no rhyme My love cross the double line Love is a mine of gold Love is a man to hold Love

with beat* Clap ya hands everybod-y Everybod-y, clap ya hands And if ya came to party wit the D-O-double-G, and the N-E-double-L-Y band I said. Clap ya

paint me with Sunk leather seats softer than an angels kiss But the devil red, tires double tread I'm posting parks up. that gets me double head Tight

Rubber Band man boyyyyy... Connected with my folk from the West Mack My folk from the Chi' Twista And T Double D, from the bottom [Hook - T.I.] Rubber Band

B-more, crib by the seashore car service to the G4 (?) valour piff rolled in the dutch or the cuban cigar trying to expand the brand so he could see more everybody love

respect real, hood respect hood Gangsta respect gangsta, gangsta got no love for pussy Yeah, Vinnie Idol, ha ha, Vinnie, this shit is knockin' daddy You're da next one, it's on, yeah, D-Block, I love

Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody We call it the dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty Dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, Double R (Double R) Everybody