PLK – Une Pêche Une Patate Lyrics English Translation

Une Pêche Une Patate Lyrics English Translation by PLK

You want a left or a right?
(A punch or a potato?)
You want a board or a box?
Tell me, are you aiming for an ocean or a puddle?
(Don’t say it’s not important)
Sometimes a slap feels good

Always a cigarette in your mouth, a sideways glance
POLAK, the caveman, it’s the beginning of the ordeal
Second post Pavard (Second post Pavard)
The cops against us, it’s Oggy against the cockroaches
We’re the little bastards, never talk at the station
Never pressure on the bicep, there’s the armband
I’m gonna break it so much she won’t be able to sit anymore
When I get home, I eat foie gras, then I smoke three times
I fuck her on Vacra, who’s gonna defeat us (Who’s gonna? Who’s gonna?)
You signed up for 20k, buy yourself some Fanta
Fight, little one, alone or not a sheep
Don’t trust the cops, they’re scumbags
If you have a thousand euros, aim for a million, evolve if you have a Renault, aim for an Audi

You want a left or a right?
(A punch or a potato?)
You want a board or a box?
Tell me, are you aiming for an ocean or a puddle?
(Don’t say it’s not important)
Sometimes a slap feels good
(A punch or a potato?)
I picked up a package with eight plates
For Mom, a bag
Brand new, she deserves that
I picked up a package with eight plates
For Mom, a bag
Brand new, she deserves that

The culture of resourcefulness, we do everything with nothing
Speak badly, we knock you out, don’t speak, we like you
She wants a watch worth 10 grand, wants the stylish guy
But I want to exile myself to Mexico
So I put it on the left, the rest is for the family
I fuck so much that I could have 10 women
I ask the doctor and the lawyer, no smokes, no confessions, 9-2, it’s solid, not old
I hang out in the area with an eye sharper than ever
Since I saw the cops out to get us, they can disguise themselves
Always behind the wheel of a seriously powerful machine, money makes you attractive, it’s funny, it’s exhausting
Focused like a hitman since the Huarache era
No zero sliding, it’s the P
You want to turn the page, leave with our cash

You want a left or a right?
(A punch or a potato?)
You want a board or a box?
Tell me, are you aiming for an ocean or a puddle?
(Don’t say it’s not important)
Sometimes a slap feels good
(A punch or a potato?)
I picked up a package with eight plates
For Mom, a bag
Brand new, she deserves that
I picked up a package with eight plates
For Mom, a bag