It's the fuego from Marseille to Rio
Paris, Puerto Rico, Africa, Mexico
It's the fuego from Marseille to Rio
Paris, Puerto Rico, Africa, Mexico
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, ooh
Come on, come on, my baby
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, my baby
Hola, hola, it's Sopran' baba
It's Marseille, baby, in case you didn't know
I'm rolling with my bastards
Their eyes are blue 'cause of the flashing lights
We got the hood tattooed on our skin
And racetracks under the hood
Crazy melodies pulled outta the hat
With a smile stiffer than the Mona Lisa
Everything's black like the Visa
To make the binta shine
More dangerous than Nikita
White sauce on the fries
You know we've zoned too long
To change our ways
It's the fuego from Marseille to Rio
Paris, Puerto Rico, Africa, Mexico
It's the fuego from Marseille to Rio
Paris, Puerto Rico, Africa, Mexico
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, ooh
Come on, come on, my baby
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, my baby
Sixty-three on the car
She wants the artist life
She wants the vida, my baby
Roubaix's the psych ward
Marseille's the psychata
There's loads of girls on the floor
Bucket hat screwed on my face
Like Kendji, I pull out the guitar
Don't worry, I've got the kichta
Don't worry, I've got the kichta
And when I get on stage
Everybody goes Pa-pa-pa-pa-pah
It's the fuego from Marseille to Rio
Paris, Puerto Rico, Africa, Mexico
It's the fuego from Marseille to Rio
Paris, Puerto Rico, Africa, Mexico
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, ooh
Come on, come on, my baby
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, my baby