Welcome to the streets of Paris
Here there's something for every taste, every craving
Some people get lucky
And others sleep on the ground here
Between Morocco and the West Indies
Over a Cain-fri rhythm backdrop
We blend into the crowd on the Champs-Élysées
At night the lights are always lit
On Boulevard de la Villette we do some shopping
We head up to Montmartre, first we wolf down a kebab
There's people on the steps and some who paint them
Pigeons gilded by bottle shards
The bar drinkers hit the trendy clubs
Stop in Boulogne as soon as the moon rises
Beyond the beltway there's dealing, that's normal
Gotta, gotta survive, who's not hungry?
You won't be able to do without her