Seth Gueko - Val d'Oseille (English lyrics)

1rst verse :
A picture of your mom’s big pussy sent as attachement
You’re the type to drive a ferrari on a les champs élysée
Me, I rather walk bare feet on the holly land
Going gold with a hard core rap record
Is just as hard as unblocking the toilet with a hanger
You have to yell in order for these pigs to pay attention to you
It’s either you decide to grow a set or you decide to file a complaint
My crew members are all waiting on their finest hour
Marc Dutroux is waiting on recess
I make music for all of my pot heads and all of my absinthe drinkers
You’re wearing more paint than a stolen car
Your mom, that whore
It’s not a surgeon that you need, it’s a painter
Yeah, the weed is starting to fuck with me
I’m the white version of Despo Rutti
Stop trying to figure out if we’ve got any available coke
The more women I love, the more bitches I love
I wonder what the vet would have to say about that ?
The RATP can suck my dick
The remarks are dirty
The fiends are bummy
Imagine my gold record melted and poured over your skull like Khal Drogo

Chorus :
Make some noise for Val d’Oseille
I wear this gold to perfection
Bring your Mc’s over, I’ll battle any one of them
I’ve got punchlines for days
Make some noise for Val d’Oseille
Make some noise for Val d’Oseille
Make some noise for Val d’Oseille
Make some noise for Val d’Oseille

2nd verse :
I’ve got a gat with a long canon in my pants (bang bang)
You look more like a whore than like Pocahontas
These bums are all willing to take the french kings cake but not the bean
I didn’t come here to lecture you for 100 years
I make funds without cheques and cheques without funds
The prison guards are all a bunch of bastards, just look at their faces
I’s raining cats and dogs outside, the perfect weather to escape from prison
Yeah , I’m a butterfly, but I’m not interested in your pussy flower
I do headstands whenever I cry in order for my tears to run in the inside
Mc’s come over to my house just to pass the vacuum cleaner
I wouldn’t be surprised to find out that they were faggots in another life
Just stay in your place, which is the one of a nice rapper, or this battle will blow right in your face
Like when you take a shit in front of a fan

Chorus :

Make some noise for Val d’Oseille
I wear this gold to perfection
Bring your Mc’s over, I’ll battle any one of them
I’ve got punchlines for days
Make some noise for Val d’Oseille
Make some noise for Val d’Oseille
Make some noise for Val d’Oseille
Make some noise for Val d’Oseille

3rd verse :
I don’t make love to you, I masturbate with your body, it’s not the same
We don’t wear any American Apparel around here
I’ve got the same vices as the Italians in Palerme
You’re a bitch but you don’t look like one, suck my reproductive system
Pour some honey over my dick and suck on it, I’ve got a bee
My favorite question : what am I going to do with all of these bottles ?
We get the liquor out like they do in Marseille
With bullet holes in our under shirts
Shout out to all the old women that are sweeping
We drop bars like bootlegs in harlem
When one of our homies get out of prison, we get the bottles poppin
Tommorow is ramadan, we start pouring bered atay
Your shit can be hot one day, then cold the next
Just like with money
So get off your high horses
Or you’ll end up with your ears full of shit

Chorus :