Professionnels Lyrics English Translation by SCH
Scélérat
Nineteen
Ah-ah-ah
Oh
Puto adiós (wrah), we ain’t friends, gray château, park, six dobermans, ocho (ocho)
Faggot, I grab the beast by the horns (puto), in the dark like a Ghost Recon in the middle of a cyclone (wrah)
Type (type), a Trojan horse in the bug, type, I drink your blood from the mug, type, I hold a shank during the hug
Strong (motherfucker), I go in, I’m down if it pays, if I say something, I mean it, I got ten watches at four hundred, I wear it
Hmm, I got chips, so I’m the plug, I got ten watches at four hundred, I wear it, I let ’em throw up thug signs
The +33 ends in 19, 19, I pull up to the Stade de France calibrated with a police escort
Professionals, heartless like an A.I., with a finger on the trigger, Rio for retirement
Oh, we don’t stress no more, we aim for the head, hmm, I only pull the trigger for the gang
Smooth as can be, now that I got the briefcase (motherfucker), purple bills, two-three shady types
Wish us a long life (hmm), millions, two-three villas (hmm, hmm)
Together in nylon, round trip to Milan for pasta
The jacket is new, I got nine in the nine (arriba), the jeans are baggy to hide the weapon when we pull up to the party (tou-tou-tou-touh)
Dynamite shrimp, pour some rum, bring out the little shot glasses (ocho, ocho)
You’re gonna die from dynamite under the chop, roll the window down, we shock ’em (grah), motherfucker
Give ’em the low-key for the transaction (ooh), I send six grand for the transit (ooh)
I’m more après-ski than transat, I’m a fine cigar (real), you’re just a snus under the gum (real, real)
Baby, dance, baby, dance, baby, dance, after that, I’ll tell you what I think (ooh)
You tell me whenever you wanna start, baby dance, pretty bomb that I defuse (arriba)
In the gang, it’s oil that flows when we bleed (ooh) and it flows for sure when we squeeze (real)
All tooled up when we go out, you bust your head when you leave the concert (buh)
You memorized all my charismatic moves, we don’t make big gestures (real)
I’m on some Wookiee Ghostface shit (real), DMX at Woodstock Fest (real, ocho), ocho
Professionals, heartless like an A.I., with a finger on the trigger, Rio for retirement
Oh, we don’t stress no more, we aim for the head, hmm, I only pull the trigger for the gang
Smooth as can be, now that I got the briefcase (motherfucker), purple bills, two-three shady types
Wish us a long life (hmm), millions, two-three villas (hmm, hmm)
Together in nylon, round trip to Milan for pasta