La petite r?colte du jardinier
La ptite r?colte du jardinier.
C'etait un de ces ?t?s o? l'herbe avait transpir?e,
Ou l'on attendait la ptite r?colte du jardinier,
Nos villages savait comment faire,
Pour que le petit un jour devienne grand!
[Refrain :]Car la ptite recolte du jardinier "yeah" faut vraim'pas y toucher car... c'est sacr?.
Un matin d?goutt? je regardais dans tous les coins on avait tout piqu? la ptite r?cole du jardinier ! oh !
Piquer c'est niker mais chouette franchement quel con ? ?touff? la ptite r?colte du jardinier
Refrain x2
Yeieh yeieeeeeh
[Instrumental]
Refrain x2 (lentement)
Yeieh yeieeeeeh
Et tu sais ptit mec si tu m'avais demander j'ten aurais donner car l'esprit c'est partager
Et tu sais ptit mec fumer d'la "zeb" vol?e c'est comme cracher sur un cur?e c'est comme pech?
Refrain x2
Yeieh yeieeeeeh
[Instrumental]
Refrain
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