Au bon vieux temps
Mafia K'1 Fry Lyrics

Au bon vieux temps, yavai pas d'histoire de tune, on été solidaire et
In the good old days, there was no concern about money, we were united and it was our wealth.

Cété notre fortune, yavai pa d'bons moments heureux kon partagai, sil Falai foutre le feu jte jure on y alai.
It was our strength, we didn't have many happy moments to share, but if we had to start a fire, we were ready to go.

Jte parl dun temps ou on skouaté le bitume et bizarmen jen ai de Lamertume pourkoi croi tu kles gens de tess nous respéctai ils évitai dvenir Nous test meme s'ils nous detestai.
I'm talking about a time when we owned the streets, but strangely, I'm bitter because even when the people from the estates respected us, they didn't want to cross us, even if they hated us.

Yavai du danger mai dlamour o fond dmoi jsui kainfry pour toujours, Jaime mon reufré jconé notre histoire on a conu plus de défaite ke de Victoires l.a.s, m.a.d jcompte plus tou les frére décédé on compte plus les Frére sacrifié,
There was danger, but deep down, I'm always a member of Mafia K'1 Fry. I love my brothers, I know our history, and we've experienced more defeats than victories. I can't count all the fallen brothers or those who were sacrificed.

mafia kainfry moi je c ske c léve ton bras rapel toi Tu peu pa test ya pa feu ya pa draah de la demi jusko 1.1.3 moi jreste Toujours un mec du 1.8.3 a jamai mon coeur lié a la demi lune tu peu pas Oublié meme si on a payé le prix chere pour notre inssolence jme ba Toujour pour nos reve dadoléssen
I know what Mafia K'1 Fry is, raise your arm and remember that you can't test us. There's no fire or drama from the 93 to the 113. I'm always a guy from the 183, and my heart is linked to the crescent moon. Even though we paid dearly for our insolence, I always fight for our dreams of lifting ourselves up.

Dry: Cété lépoke des reebok royale des fusil sous les somié les fréres été Tous noyé devant la bar tous on assumai le temps dla brak de joyau et de Bank pour certains pendan kdotre fesai des va et vien ver dam pour le Terrin l'air des buisness sou terrain de gross soirées de cas sociau En concer bougeai a blok pour fair le poid s'ils été trop des couille Des gachette pour des kilos des cachettes loseil grouillan sous les Fachette inssoussian pret a prendre perpéte lunette sur le blaz ou bicrave Teigneu pour les garce toujour des histoires doutrage jb sa brisai des Glaces solidaire kan cété cho jai gravé o fer chaud sur mon dos la Belle époke la ou lon brillai dans l'ghetto mai s'en fu trop la rage les Flic la mort nous ont fauché éradiké tout nos reves mais renforcan Notre unité sans pitié tous on été damitié et d'sang lié destiné a subir Le pire et toujour encaissé
Dry: It was the time of the Reebok Royales and guns hidden under the hoodies. All the brothers were together, drowning in front of the bar, we embraced the times of breaking into jewelry stores and banks. Some of us were doing runs for the dealers, and the air was full of underground business opportunities. We used to go to concerts together to show our strength, and we had the balls to take on anyone who messed with us. We had hiding spots for drugs and cash, and shady characters were lurking around with guns. We were ready to take the heat or deal with the girls. We had a lot of outrage and smashed glass, but we were still united when it mattered. I have burned on my back the memories of when we shone in the ghetto, but the cops and death erased all our dreams. Nevertheless, we strengthened our unity without mercy because we were bound by friendship and blood and fated to endure the worst and always survive.

Demon1: Kan jévoke le bon vieu temps les souvnirs me reste intact jai Limpression ksété hier jen ai encore les impact solidaire les uns des autres Yavai pa d'histoire de tune sa s'chambrai sa fesai des pompes et des Tractions sur lbitume jte parl dun temps ou sur lterrain sa déssendai des Bouteille de sky ke les moins de 20 ans ne peuve conaitre demande a dry A lancienne on été plein on avai rien on été bien si yen avai un ki Voulé test on lpiétinai a coup de 20 le son du clik clik bing yavai dla Skonk a volonté des kill des flingues a stépoke on été jeunes on pensai Deja comme des ancien yavai farid kimbatia ensenble on avai besoin de Rien sa dormai a plus de 15 dans un apart ché mosko sur moi javai Toujour mon 15 jcompte plus kles soirée o dépot si manssa et lassna etai Encore la sa spasserai pa comsa juska la mort c pour vous ke jdonne sa.
Demon1: When I remember the good old days, the memories remain intact, and I feel like it was just yesterday. We were united, and there was no concern about money. We used to work out and do push-ups and pull-ups on the pavement. I'm talking about a time when we drank bottles of alcohol on the field that the under-20s don't know. At that time, we had nothing, but we were still complete, and if someone wanted to test us, we would beat them up with a 20-man gang. We had all kinds of drugs, guns, and skunk - we were young and thought like elders. Farid, Kimbatia, and I were together and didn't need anything else. We used to sleep more than 15 people in Mosko's apartment, and I always had my gun. I can't count all the nights partying at the warehouse. If Manssa and Lassna were still there, this situation would not happen until death, and I'm doing this for you.

Rimk: Une seule famille un seul glok tous vaillan tous soldats tous Lieutenant moi jme rapel d mélé d cass d pochtons du pompe planké dans la Poubelle le respet la confiance Orly Choisy Vitry la violence et ces Circonstances ils nous voyai com une organisation criminel et nous on srendai Pa compte ketre ensenble cété un privilége Mafia k1 fry juska la mort Parskon croi en la vie 2006 2007 pour 2008 bon vieux temps.
Rimk: One family, one Glock, all courageous, all soldiers, all lieutenants. I remember the fights, kick-boxing, and hiding our guns in the trash. We had respect and confidence in each other. We were from Orly, Choisy, and Vitry and were exposed to violence. They considered us a criminal organization, but we didn't realize that being together was a privilege. Mafia K'1 Fry until death, because we believe in life, from 2006-2007 to 2008, good old times.

Au bon vieux temps on été solidaire............................. bon Vieux temps, yavai pas d'histoire de tune, on été solidaire et cété Notre fortune, yavai pa d'bons moments heureux kon partagai, sil falai Foutre le feu jte jure on y alai.
In the good old days, we were united...good old times, we didn't care about money, we were united, and it was our strength. We didn't share many happy moments, but if we had to start a fire, we were ready to go.