Elh Kmer – Gustavo (English lyrics)

Intro :
G.U.S.T.A.V.O
AK like Gustavo
Medellín

1st verse :
Hey, my generation sucks
What else is there to do apart from smoking them all
It’s highly probable for you to see me deep down in the projects
With no shoe laces, because I just came out of police custody
In my reality, my nigga, I don’t give a fuck about them
Kunta Kinte’s mentality
I pretend to be weak in order to screw you over
Son of a bitch, if I ever take a step back it’s only to butt-fuck you better
Strapped up with the AK like nobody’s business
Police custody at Versailles, we’re not talking
Some brothers got sentenced to years but aren’t folding
2-2 convict, stay strong
As usual, soldier, I’m in the 4X4 Hummel on the block
A cop’s salary in my pants
You can buy power, you dummy
Nombre de victimes que t’ai raison ou tort (??)
Silent like a sniper, I’m waiting on my time
The rest of the story rhymes with horror
You didn’t give the cops any names, you’ll have all my honors
If you did, a crew will come jump you at 6 am
“Allo, le R, what are the news ?”
Which shitty rapper has to end up on a stretcher ?”
The objective : making a killing independently
Stacking up on the SACEM’s income and cashing in that cheque
G.U.S.T.A.V.O
Strapped up with an AK like Gustavo, gun in the glove box
we’ll make war to you if you’re willing
My nigga, things are tense in town
Boulbi Square is like Medellín
Please to meet you, I’m Mr So
I don’t present myself anymore, I’m the anarchist
Mr So

Chorus :
We’re bandits (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Not snitches (No, no, no)
We’re bandits (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Not snitches (No, no, no)
Don’t try to act like a bandit (yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you’re a snitch (no, no, no)
Don’t try to act like a bandit if you’re snitch
G.U.S.T.A.V.O
(From Paris to Medellín)
G.U.S.T.A.V.O
(Traficanté, Gustavo)
G.U.S.T.A.V.O
(From Paris to Medellín)
G.U.S.T.A.V.O
(Traficanté, Gustavo)

2nd verse :
Fuck the mayor and all his reforms
They are are the bums, we’re the streets
We sell dope to the judge’s son
But she has the nerves to throw us in prison
It’s almost midnight, the brothers are thirsty
10 euro worth of gas, we’re passing at the grocery store
Re up on cigarettes, blunt wraps, Poliakov
The night will be cocktail Molotov
AK 47 in the Clio, we’re wasted
The streets turned us into special geniuses
We make the snow fall under 40 degrees
Akha, the cops are coming
Snitches and pedophiles eat at the same table
Nowadays the little kids don’t wear school bags anymore
We’re slangin coke and you gotta spend thousand of euros
Euros, dollars, dinars, pesos under the mattress
Generation nueve cinco
We do la bise to each other like dons
Pascal Obispo’s network
[?] metro, work, sleep
Mercedes Benz, I want me a Mercedes Benz
Fuck up the streets back in the old country
See all the crazy girls in the perimeter
I’ll blow your pussy up all the way to the perineum, all the way to the perineum

Chorus :
We’re bandits (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Not snitches (No, no, no)
We’re bandits (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Not snitches (No, no, no)
Don’t try to act like a bandit (yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you’re a snitch (no, no, no)
Don’t try to act like a bandit if you’re snitch
G.U.S.T.A.V.O
(From Paris to Medellín)
G.U.S.T.A.V.O
(Traficanté, Gustavo)
G.U.S.T.A.V.O
(From Paris to Medellín)
G.U.S.T.A.V.O
(Traficanté, Gustavo)