C'est Le Zoo drops you right into a neon-soaked night in Lyon, where Sasso and L’Allemand bounce from the stairwell of a high-rise to the smoke-filled VIP of a club. Gucci-clad girls are on the prowl, bottles are popping in a noisy "war," and the duo darts through the city on a Yamaha like characters in GTA. The hook — "c’est le zoo" — captures the frenzy: flashing lights, nonstop beats, Absolut-mango shots, clouds of ganja, and that wild feeling of letting loose until sunrise.
Under the party glow, the lyrics hint at the other side of the cage. There is paranoia when a motorcycle roars past, talk of handcuffs, and the knowledge that real danger lurks once the club lights come up. The "zoo" becomes a metaphor for urban survival, where friends can be allies or predators, money offers only temporary escape, and everyone fights for a moment of freedom before reality claws its way back in.