Carton rouge : traduction de Français vers Anglais
(Junior Alaprod and in it there's nothing new)
It's not a real party if it doesn't end in a fight (woo)
I'm just groping asses, I need a straitjacket (wow)
Seduce the women of all the convicts
I'm in the back of the club with the cougars, I dance the madison
Fuck the Yamakasis, I'm a Jackass, a real daredevil
The dick, the heart and the lungs in carbon
Tonight, the moon is full, the pockets too, it's going on patrol
I'm asking for a raise and the boss's ass
Mix the punch in the trough, I'm going to break the sound barrier like Willy
Never too early or too late, there's a meeting after midnight
It often ends in my bed, you know, know the reputation
You ask "and who is he?" like all these sons of, sons of bitches
New gear for more damage, a lot of idiots not all equal
In the team only real guys, on the mattress only real chicks
Stars like GTA, perverted like Gepetto
Discreet like the CIA and powerful like the BHO
Assassin tackle, red card
I take a free kick on her ass
Don't give a fuck, fuck, fuck
About the whistle blows, sixty-nine in return
The coach wants to recruit me-er-er-er
Assassin tackle, red card
I take a free kick on her ass
Don't give a fuck, fuck, fuck
About the whistle blows, sixty-nine in return
The coach wants to recruit me-er-er-er
I'm doped in competition
Light smile to attract you
Hungry, equipped
Make it rain bills
Rico rolls a big dunce cap, you need the blowtorch to light it
Panenkas like Zidane, a few big pairs to suck
I don't put my balls on the table, I'd be too afraid to scratch it
Dangerous when I lose my temper, fairground potato in the melee
T-M-T-C, cc deals to crush the health card
At home, it's not lit with the crooks and the vandals
Mustachioed, a little tanned, hair slicked back like an Italian
Fuck the qualifications, I only put on the studs for the final, woh
She has, she has
The Moroccan color, the curly hair
She has, she has, she has
This kind of lower back that makes me spin
Women, I talk about them in the plural, seducer like Patrick Bruel
Bills stored in the underwear to give the smell to my money
I call a friend, I only have two hands and in the room there are four asses
In ten years, I rule the world according to my calculations
Assassin tackle, red card
I take a free kick on her ass
Don't give a fuck, fuck, fuck
About the whistle blows, sixty-nine in return
The coach wants to recruit me-er-er-er
Assassin tackle, red card
I take a free kick on her ass
Don't give a fuck, fuck, fuck
About the whistle blows, sixty-nine in return
The coach wants to recruit me-er-er-er
Assassin tackle, red card
I take a free kick on her ass
Don't give a fuck, fuck, fuck
About the whistle blows, sixty-nine in return
The coach wants to recruit me-er-er-er
Assassin tackle, red card
I take a free kick on her ass
Don't give a fuck, fuck, fuck
About the whistle blows, sixty-nine in return
The coach wants to recruit me-er-er-er