[Lyric] Booba - Garde la pêche English Translation (Genius English Translations)

[Booba - Garde la pêche/ English Translation]

[Intro]
Garde la pêche

[Verse 1]
MCs are broke, prisoner of their role
Nigga don't ask how much I weigh in euros
No one I venerate, the joint calms my nerves
Rappers have their ass chapped since I exert
We made it all alone me and my partners
French rap found its flow on the ground
Our stumps scuff up the floor, hostage, ransom, helicopter
I got limescale in the arteries, a heart of stone
You cannot stop the music, it really is what
Diverted me from the illicit, 92i-roshima
I'm a truth serum, for me liars are poison
I'm strapped, drunk, clearing off to the Coliseum
Shotgun, bayonet, get in my shoes, dishonest
The State is Geppeto, I'm a ghetto marionette
The street my barometer, you're K.O. you're dead brother
Don't try to clash, you won't recover
[Chorus 1]
You wanna show off, wanna test? Garde la pêche!
Since "Le crime paie" zero defeat, garde la pêche!
You want me to come rap gratis? Garde la pêche!
Here it's Los Haramos, garde la pêche!

[Verse 2]
Destiny makes the rules, natural selection
My mother is my father, I'm number one for her
Money and power is the sinews of war
I'll wage it, win it for the flesh of my flesh
I don't want to be buried at Père Lachaise
Golden is the throne, electric is the chair
Gorés it's my land, equality is my fight
I fight with myself, I loose it's my fall
If you're serious, you're my chick, or else my hoe
Perilous is the street, I got a gun in my pants
I shouted my opinion out, hid my practices
Aquatic are the MCs, Paris ain't that magic

[Chorus 2]
Yours is taped, you want my phone? Garde la pêche!
You wanna fuck without blowjob dumb hoe? Garde la pêche!
Instead of dealing you snort it: garde la pêche!
You'd like me to work for minimal wage? Garde la pêche!
Without degree, only able to say "wesh-wesh"? Garde la pêche!
Got no money orders, you're in jail.. Garde la pêche !
You wanna go on the ring? Garde la pêche!
You wanna do a featuring? Garde la pêche!
[Verse 3]
Travelin' in first class, my gold records in the hold
French rap, Hip-hop, I don't give a fuck
I'm better than Molière, tattoued without muzzle
I take my dough, clear off, change of time zone
I started at first, my worth was none
If you want us, pay us, we don't give a damn
You saw or you'll see my name in a custody
Detained, convicted, nothing goes as expected
I make hits cushy, I'm so popular lil bitch
That you wanna try B20 for some advertisement
When shooters are there, you take off, swallow when I ejaculate
It'd be better for everyone that your troops back off