I grew up in the rough hoods
Where youngsters do rodeos
Escorted by the Ford Mondeo
To make the hood dance
At school, there's the smart ones
In the street, there's the sly ones
The kids wanna chill
Yeah, dad, I make songs
Yeah, mom, I'll be careful
They say your son's got talent
Some dads dance the rumba
Some moms dance the zumba
They say I dance like a toubab
But which foot to dance on
Everyone's got their own way to dance
Like at Ghostface Killah's
As soon as it dances Roger Milla style
Don't waste my time
My family's waiting for the kitcha
To spend it at the wedding
It's true that we say in life
My friend, you gotta dare
But you wore a shirt with sweatpants
My friend, you gotta pace yourself
It's true that we say in life
My friend, you gotta dare
We don't know which foot to dance on anymore
Everyone's got their own way to dance
Everyone's got their own way to dance
Everyone's got their own way to dance
Everyone's got their own way to dance
Hmm, ladies and gentlemen
There's three levels of respect
There's those we address with vous
There's those we address with tu