SCH – Tokarev (English lyrics)
Intro :
I only wanted a pair of Dita, this dummy is asking me if I rented the Ferrari
Blood on our shirts, we’re going back home messed up
Ten forest for a clover, a Tokarev for the peace
A 3/4 Hugo Boss leather jacket, mobster-colored as if we were coming to kill the judge and the prefect
Unique verse :
In the seventies, a knife, a black leather jacket, my father isn’t into funk music
When I came I was naive, I’ll leave as a Padre, God have mercy on our souls
You know, a traitor with a hoodie on his phone on the side walk in front of Starbucks
It’s midnight in town, a 530 SX and it’s not the Daft Punk
The fucking noise of a gun, the cold air stream from the locker room
Pay me my over-time hours, outside, I never let anyone take advantage of me
You get arrested my friend, that’s the risk, yeah
But your foolishness saddens me, we
We lose the essai, we didn’t graduate from high school, so we’re investing
A Swiss blade, a bottle of Hennessy, I’ll stab you right over your bladder
Three times “if”, the world with three “6”, I hang out no too far from the drug ring, my friends too, we win, we don’t do no tie
Pendejo, the projects is dying, you smoked your brother, the projects are scary
A ghost that takes possession of a body in order to scream the truth
The building’s hallway and the stair case, the parking lot and the caves, the yards, the couches
The guns at the bar, heroin, the wrecks
The sky is red and gray, we re-up, we chop it up, we wrap it up, we sell it out
A flask in front of the corner store, a taped taxi-phone, at least one mother moved to safety
They died over doubts, not deep conviction
Sometimes all it takes is doubts, investigations, PGP are attractive
The balls to do it, the condition, the era and ambition, I’m all alone on the addition
Your team is saving up, where did you put your millions ?
The drugs, the submissiveness, the bank in the bushes
I don’t have nothing very shiny but I brought three CZ, I bring my solutions, that’s the way it is nah, hein ?
It’s snowing, nuanced yeah the sky is low, the cold, the the blade, the Mistral wind, we go from XP to Vista
We go from legal to lethal, an homicide, an Esso while you were putting “super” in your spaceship, cric cric baw
[Refrain]
I only wanted a pair of Dita, this dummy is asking me if I rented the Ferrari
Blood on our shirts, we’re going back home messed up
Ten forest for a clover, a Tokarev for the peace
A 3/4 Hugo Boss leather jacket, mobster-colored as if we were coming to kill the judge and the prefect
I only wanted a pair of Dita, this dummy is asking me if I rented the Ferrari
Blood on our shirts, we’re going back home messed up
Ten forest for a clover, a Tokarev for the peace
A 3/4 Hugo Boss leather jacket, mobster-colored as if we were coming to kill the judge and the prefect
Outro :
If I rented the Ferrari
Blood on our shirts, we’re going back home messed up
A Tokarev for the peace
As if we were coming to kill the judge and the prefect