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Yeah, I got all my moros up in here tonight Gon' celebrate, a brother is getting married, that's tight I just got off work and I'm ready to eat Ain't dressed nice Guess it's the thought that counts, kid Now pass that chicken with zitoun, eggs and djuzz Fresh bread for me, fresh bread for you Followed by the tea with na3na3 and suga Shout out to the mothers Who are behind this dinner, let's go Lalla jibi lbalgha l moulay sultan Mamma oujdi djellaba ou selham Lalla serjou aoudi ou aatiouni lejam Mamma laarfa laaba ou lbaroud kheddam Lalla saadi tayehni felli nebghi Rani khayef nrouh ma nouelli Lalla zahri tayehni fi bent ennass Mamma dertha fi galbi warda fi lkass We got all my moros in here And we'll be ready to eat right Put your hands up way high Now where's the bread at? We got all my moros in here And we be ready to eat right Put your hands up way high Now where's the bread at? Corazones palpitando esta noche estamos congregados Esta noche estamos celebrando esta fiesta Mágica, poética, el pacto eterno respeto a la vida le da Apartir de ahora, Comienza otra vereda Lecciones de otro tipo, besos sin fronteras Las miradas de cariño, pegadas al cielo ya se pueden quedar Ya estás tienen quien les tienda la mano al pasar Lalla jibi lbalgha l moulay sultan Mamma oujdi djellaba ou selham Lalla serjou aoudi ou aatiouni lejam Mamma laarfa laaba ou lbaroud kheddam Lalla saadi tayehni felli nebghi Rani khayef nrouh ma nouelli Lalla zahri tayehni fi bent ennass Mamma dertha fi galbi warda fi lkass We got all my moros in here And we'll be ready to eat right Put your hands up way high Now where's the bread at? We got all my moros in here And we be ready to eat right Put your hands up way high Now where's the bread at? 1 for the, 2 for the, 3 for the The weddings over We got one thing to go Everyone, jump in your cars Hit the road, bride And groom in front, 20 cars behind Ain't gon' overtake us, man, take you time Windows down music high Disturbing the night All the cars got emergency lights Even the police ain't givin' us trouble We started out 20 and now the number is doubled We got all my moros in here And we'll be ready to eat right Put your hands up way high Now where's the bread at? We got all my moros in here And we be ready to eat right Put your hands up way high Now where's the bread at?
Writer(s): Roger Lenny Martinez, Waqas Ali Qadri, Louis Winding, Isam Bachiri, Frederik Nordsoe Schjoldan, Taib Quaich, Mohamed Bellajrou Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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