Текст и перевод песни E.P. - Piccolo

Piccolo

Comme on dit dans l′6-9
Comme on dit
Comme on dit
Comme on dit
Comme on dit
Sencey
ReedZ on the track j'ai dit
Izi

Comme on dit dans l′69, t'es un vilain pélo (pélo)
On va jamais s'en sortir, l′humain est un fléau (est un fléau)
T′as sniffé toute la coke avec le nez de Pinnochio (Pinnochio)
Fusil sur la nuque, le visage dans le pillow, oh (pillow, oh)

Never, never we gon' let these niggas win (never)
I can′t sleep at night, dreamin' of my sins (I can′t)
My momma cried to me, she found my shoe box full with dope (Oh)
Check under my bed, shе find a rifle with a scope (No)
When I'm in thе streets, I got the sun on me (On me)
′Cause you never know who's gonna tryna to take your vie
Lost a lot of zanmi, I can't even fuckin′ compter
Drive-by′s all the time, done honey bow hood fuckin' chauffer
I just got a text from my old lady, she says "sal"
Those that said they loved you barely know you, that shit cap
Just because they smart, they say they like you, don′t be fooled
Keep that Uzi on you, fuck these niggas, don't be cool, yo

Comme on dit dans l′69, t'es un vilain pélo (pélo)
On va jamais s′en sortir, l'humain est un fléau (est un fléau)
T'as sniffé toute la coke avec le nez de Pinnochio (Pinnochio)
Fusil sur la nuque, le visage dans le pillow, oh (pillow, oh)

Comment ça j′te dois des sous? C′est quoi ce miel? (ce miel)
Humeur sénégalaise, humeur comorienne
Tout est noir, du flingue à la ceinture au kimono
Que l'avenir baise ses morts, j′roule un gros joint de Piccolo

J'suis Michel, fuck la police, chez nous, y a pas d′comédie
Taille 46 d'une Dominicaine, on s′check après minuit
M'appelle plus jamais, bitch, brr, réponds tard
On parle pas srilankais, toi et moi, y a pas d'saison 2 (ouh)
J′veux la carrière d′Zinedine (la carrière d'Zinedine)
Cœur qui saigne, laisse des traces indélébiles (oh, oh, oh)
J′ai vu ses formes, ses hanches, sous ma paire de 4 saisons
Elle m'dit: "Brams′,
ça fait longtemps qu'j′te baise", pour moi, c'est bon
J'ai beaucoup d′rêves mais peu
D′espoir, la mentale noire, on vise l'exploit
La piraterie n′est jamais finie (la piraterie n'est jamais
Finie), les lossas n′s'arrêteront donc jamais (tu connais déjà)

Comme on dit dans l′69, t'es un vilain pélo (pélo)
On va jamais s'en sortir, l′humain est un fléau (est un fléau)
T′as sniffé toute la coke avec le nez de Pinnochio (Pinnochio)
Fusil sur la nuque, le visage dans le pillow, oh (pillow, oh)

Comment ça j'te dois des sous? C′est quoi ce miel? (ce miel)
Humeur sénégalaise, humeur comorienne
Tout est noir, du flingue à la ceinture au kimono
Que l'avenir baise ses morts, j′roule un gros joint de Piccolo

Small

As they say in the 6-9
As they say
As they say
As they say
As they say
Sencey
ReedZ on the track I said
Izi

As they say in the'69, you're a naughty fool (fool)
We're never going to get out of this, the human is a plague (is a plague)
T′as sniffé toute la coke avec le nez de Pinnochio (Pinnochio)
Fusil sur la nuque, le visage dans le pillow, oh (pillow, oh)

Never, never we gon' let these niggas win (never)
I can′t sleep at night, dreamin' of my sins (I can′t)
My momma cried to me, she found my shoe box full with dope (Oh)
Check under my bed, shе find a rifle with a scope (No)
When I'm in thе streets, I got the sun on me (On me)
′Cause you never know who's gonna tryna to take your vie
Lost a lot of zanmi, I can't even fuckin′ compter
Drive-by′s all the time, done honey bow hood fuckin' chauffer
I just got a text from my old lady, she says "sal"
Those that said they loved you barely know you, that shit cap
Just because they smart, they say they like you, don′t be fooled
Keep that Uzi on you, fuck these niggas, don't be cool, yo

Comme on dit dans l′69, t'es un vilain pélo (pélo)
We're never going to get out of this, the human is a plague (is a plague)
You snorted all the coke with Pinnochio's nose (Pinnochio)
Gun on the back of the neck, face in the pillow, oh (pillow, oh)

What do you mean I owe you money? What is this honey? (this honey)
Senegalese mood, Comorian mood
Everything is black, from the gun to the belt to the kimono
Let the future fuck its dead, I roll a big Piccolo joint

I'm Michel, fuck the police, there's no money here
Size 46 of a Dominican, we check in after midnight
Never call me again, bitch, brr, answer late
We don't speak Sri Lankan, you and I, there's no season 2 (ooh)
I want Zinedine's career (Zinedine's career)
Bleeding heart, leaves indelible traces (oh, oh, oh)
I saw her shapes, her hips, under my pair of 4 seasons
She says to me: "Brams',
I've been fucking you for a long time", for me, it's good
I have many dreams but few
Of hope, the black mental, we aim for the feat
Piracy is never over (piracy is never
Finished), so the lossas will never stop (you already know)

As they say in the'69, you're a naughty fool (fool)
We're never going to get out of this, the human is a plague (is a plague)
You snorted all the coke with Pinnochio's nose (Pinnochio)
Gun on the back of the neck, face in the pillow, oh (pillow, oh)

What do you mean I owe you money? What is this honey? (this honey)
Senegalese mood, Comorian mood
Everything is black, from the gun to the belt to the kimono
Let the future fuck its dead, I roll a big Piccolo joint