More songs by PLK
Description
A rough beat, cold as the tiles in the stairwell at six in the morning. Every word reeks of metal and nicotine - as if life has been smoked down to the filter and then scraped against concrete. There is no room for tenderness here: only frozen fingers, closed faces, and a stubborn ‘okay’ instead of an apology.
But between the lines, a strange warmth still shines through - like the light from a window in a house where no one has been waiting for anyone for a long time, but the light bulb is still on. Cynicism here is armour, rhythm is a way to breathe. And if there is ice in the voice, it means that there was once a flame inside.
Performer: DST
Composer: Junior AlaProd
Composer: Le Motif
Composer: Vladimir Pariente.
Lyrics and translation
Original
J'arrive en 4-4-2 dans un 4x4 noir, uniquement vodka, pas d'Badoit
Ouais, fils de putain, parle pas d'moi, si j'veux qu'tu disparaisses, j'claque des doigts
C'est pour Booska-P (P, P, P, P), on va tout casser ('sser, 'sser, 'sser, 'sser)
Un morceau en une heure, il faut qu'vous sachiez qu'on va tout froisser
Je plonge dans l'ul-c d'une Bolivienne, j'la fais chanter comme The Weeknd
J'suis poste au quartier, guetteur attend qu'la police vienne (akha, akha)
Sombre destin, triste avenir, j'vois mon reflet dans mon re-v
Casier rempli, affirmatif, j'regarde mal et j'reponds aux keufs
J'rallume mon teh, j'rallume mon niaksou, nan, ne fais pas l'fou
C'est mieux pour tout l'monde, on perd pas d'temps, tu gardes tes deux g'noux
Alors, on doit s'remplir les poches, poches pour maman, j'peux pas louper
J'veux qu'elle s'balade en Porsche, Porsche sur les plages d'Guadalupe
Elle veut qu'j'dise "oui" a la mairie, mmhh
L'OPJ m'relit mes delits, mmhh
Ient-cli m'demande si y a credit, mmhh
C'est par le feu si je peris, mmhh
Elle veut qu'j'dise "oui" a la mairie, j'lui dis "nan nan nan"
L'OPJ m'relit mes delits, j'lui dis "nan nan nan"
Ient-cli m'demande si y a credit, j'lui dis "nan nan nan"
C'est par le feu si je peris, clic-clic, ba-ba-bah
Hey, j'ai commence par passion, connu pour altercations (ah oui)
J'ressemble vraiment au daron: froid et dur comme un vrai glaçon
J'peux t'siroter comme un the glace, mais seulement si t'es fraiche
Pas de faux seins ou de meches, faut qu'tes fesses ressemblent a une peche (brr)
J'finis ma clope, j'te baise ta mere, jure, jure, crache, son cul casse
Ecrit noir sur blanc comme dans mon foutu casier
Ok, fiston, Cala boca, quelques coups d'fil, carriere bloquee (ouh)
Les flics respectent leurs quotas: les p'tites putes ou les mecs cotes, he (hey)
Pas les bons rappeurs, pas les bons trappeurs, pas les bons mythos (pas les bons, pas les bons)
Chaque flow, t'as peur, precis, buteur comme Robinho
J'y vais molo, c'est pour ton bien, hey (ton bien), cono, retiens ça
Des que billet passe dans ma poche, hop, billet revient sale (sale, sale, sale)
Elle veut qu'j'dise "oui" a la mairie, mmhh
L'OPJ m'relit mes delits, mmhh
Ient-cli m'demande si y a credit, mmhh
C'est par le feu si je peris, mmhh
Elle veut qu'j'dise "oui" a la mairie, j'lui dis "nan nan nan"
L'OPJ m'relit mes delits, j'lui dis "nan nan nan"
Ient-cli m'demande si y a credit, j'lui dis "nan nan nan"
C'est par le feu si je peris, clic-clic, ba-ba-bah
English translation
I arrive in 4-4-2 in a black 4x4, only vodka, no Badoit
Yeah, son of a bitch, don't talk about me, if I want you to disappear, I'll snap my fingers
It's for Booska-P (P, P, P, P), we're going to break everything ('sser, 'sser, 'sser, 'sser)
One piece in an hour, you need to know that we're going to mess it up
I dive into a Bolivian woman's cell, I make her sing like The Weeknd
I'm stationed in the neighborhood, watchman waiting for the police to come (akha, akha)
Dark destiny, sad future, I see my reflection in my dream
Locker full, affirmative, I look badly and I answer the bosses
I'm turning my teh back on, I'm turning my niaksou back on, no, don't be crazy
It's better for everyone, we don't waste time, you keep your two knees
So, we have to fill our pockets, pockets for mom, I can't miss
I want her to drive around in a Porsche, Porsche on the beaches of Guadalupe
She wants me to say “yes” to town hall, mmhh
The OPJ rereads my crimes, mmhh
Ient-cli asks me if there is credit, mmhh
It's by fire if I die, mmhh
She wants me to say “yes” to the town hall, I tell her “nah nah nah”
The OPJ reads my offenses back to me, I tell him “no no no no”
Ient-cli asks me if there is credit, I tell him “nah nah nah”
It's by fire if I die, click-click, ba-ba-bah
Hey, I started with passion, known for altercations (ah yes)
I really look like the daron: cold and hard like a real ice cube
I can sip you like iced tea, but only if you're fresh
No fake tits or highlights, your butt needs to look like a peach (brr)
I finish my cigarette, I fuck your mother, swear, swear, spit, her ass is broken
Written in black and white like in my damn locker
Ok, son, Cala boca, a few phone calls, blocked career (ouh)
The cops respect their quotas: the little whores or the cool guys, hey (hey)
Not the good rappers, not the good trappers, not the good mythos (not the good ones, not the good ones)
Every flow, you're afraid, precise, scorer like Robinho
I'm going easy, it's for your own good, hey (your good), cono, remember that
As soon as the ticket goes into my pocket, hop, ticket comes back dirty (dirty, dirty, dirty)
She wants me to say “yes” to town hall, mmhh
The OPJ rereads my crimes, mmhh
Ient-cli asks me if there is credit, mmhh
It's by fire if I die, mmhh
She wants me to say “yes” to the town hall, I tell her “nah nah nah”
The OPJ reads my offenses back to me, I tell him “no no no no”
Ient-cli asks me if there is credit, I tell him “nah nah nah”
It's by fire if I die, click-click, ba-ba-bah