PNL – Le monde ou rien (English lyrics)

Wordplay lost in translation : In his verse, Ademo tells Mr President that he saw a fiend cast a “white” vote.
In French the term “vote blanc” (which translates to “white vote”) refers to a blank vote.
But what it really means is that the fiend in the buidling’s hallway asked Ademo (voted) for coke.

1st verse (Ademo) :
I want me some L, some V, some G, to get your girl to undress
Homie we’re destined for hell, the elevator is stuck in Paradise
It’s stuck ? Oh well, I’ll go slang in the stairway
Mr President, In the Hallway I saw fiends cast a “white” vote
Ounga, Ounga, Ounga yeah, homie, homie, homie, I’m slangin
Some hash’ hash’ to Hervé, yellow hash’, green hash’, I don’t give a fuck
My family is hungry, I don’t have time to tell you my whole life story, enough nonsense
I don’t want to cuddle, I’m just an ice cube addicted to g-strings
What the fuck ? who the hell she took me for, Romeo ?
Seriously ? Seriously ?
Left lines of coke in the toilets for transexuals, dressed in LV completly wrecked
On my way back home, coke in my pockets, while my little brother heads off to school

Chorus :
I’m in my bubble, bubble, bubble
Oh shit, the hash’, the hash’, is bubblin
Blood on my sweater, sweater, sweater, oh my oh my oh my
Get your ass, ass, ass out the way
Oh shit, your problem my opportunity
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Anything for my loved ones
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
The world or nothing
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
That’s fine with me
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

2nd verse (N.O.S) :
Homie, I’m turning in circles
The whores are turning in circles trying to catch my dick
Nothing but hard work, fuck whatever isn’t worth a dime
Like the police officer’s honnor
And I’m the rotten apple that stray’s away from the basket
Fuck my loneliness as long as my pockets are in good company
Only family, the same weapons, same salaries
we won’t save the whole world
I take the crown and place it on the lil brother’s head
The tears of misery taste like my anger
Out of breath, my anger gives me oxygen
Don’t let it get you down Chico, hold your head up, misery is taking me on a ride
Keep your ladder, at the bottom of the hole, I pile my sins up on each other and climb
And nothing changes, just like the sound of the sirens, I’m more Savastano than Ciro
And I would rather turn my lights out than to shine under the shadow of these bastards
The world Chico

Chorus :
I’m in my bubble, bubble, bubble
Oh shit, the hash’, the hash’, is bubblin
Blood on my sweater, sweater, sweater oh my oh my oh my
Get your ass, ass, ass out the way
Oh shit, your problem my opportunity
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Anything for my loved ones
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
The world or nothing
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
That’s fine with me
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

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One Comment

  1. Glenn Silpa

    Kein problem ! 🙂

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