Coyote Jo Bastard – Alicante Lyrics
Artist: Coyote Jo Bastard
Song: Alicante
Oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
J’baraude Paris, la nuit, j’pète une garette-ci, j’croise un fermier
Pour lui, c’est pas facile, il a du mal à s’en sortir
Il dit : “Ça va trop vite, ici, c’est traître, c’est danger”
Tout l’monde le traite d’étranger, il a du mal à se ranger
Pétasse, les bombonnes, les cent G’, il pourrait tuer sans gêne
T’façon, nan, c’est pas mon rôle, y a plus personne qui est lui-même
Y a rien de personnel sauf le business, ça prend la tête
C’est sad donc fais pas la fête, mets un flash, ça f’ra l’affaire
Il essaye de se refaire, ouh, ouais, han
La vie, c’est si moche en vrai, ouais-ouais, ouais-ouais
Il voudrait s’en aller (Il voudrait s’en aller)
Y a plus personne sur qui compter (Y a plus personne sur qui compter)
Il est trop matrixé, ouais, dans sa tête, c’est Gomorra, Salvatore Conte (Tou-tou-tou-touh, yeah)
Il l’emmène à Alicante, lui, c’est pire qu’un briganté (Lui, c’est pire qu’un briganté)
Il l’emmène à Alicante, ouais, ouais, ouais, lui, c’est pire qu’un briganté (Yah, yah, yah)
Et lui, c’est pire qu’un briganté (Ouais, c’est pire que ça)
Par ici, tout l’monde me connaît (Untel, untel)
Et si tu lui dois du blé (Ah ouais, relou)
Bah, la suite, tu la connais *tir d’arme à feu*
Mais pour les gens comme ça, l’avenir est sûrement trop incertain
Mais pour l’instant, il a le gun sur lui, il est serein
Un, deux, trois boloss, l’appât du gain, ouais, ça donne trop faim
On joue avec le feu parce qu’on sait pas quand est-ce qu’est la fin
Et tu connais la vida loca, bébé cita, j’t’emmène à Alicante (J’t’emmène à Alicante)
Et toi, tu vends la coca’ pour charbo’-bo’, c’est bien, faut alimenter (C’est bien, faut alimenter)
Il voudrait s’en aller (Il voudrait s’en aller)
Y a plus personne sur qui compter (Y a plus personne sur qui compter)
Il est trop matrixé, ouais, dans sa tête, c’est Gomorra, Salvatore Conte (Tou-tou-tou-touh, yeah)
Il l’emmène à Alicante, lui, c’est pire qu’un briganté (Lui, c’est pire qu’un briganté)
Il l’emmène à Alicante, ouais, ouais, ouais, lui, c’est pire qu’un briganté (Yah, yah, yah)
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Alicante Lyrics – English Translation
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh
I baraude Paris, at night, I take a garette, I give a farmer
For him, it’s not easy, he has trouble getting out of it
He says: “It’s going too fast, here, it’s a traitor, it’s danger”
Everyone calls him foreigner, he has trouble tidying up
Petasse, Bombs, the Hundred G ’, he could kill without embarrassment
You have, nah, it’s not my role, there is no one who is himself
There is nothing personal except the business, it takes the lead
It’s sad so don’t party, put a flash, it will be the case
He tries to do it again, ouh, yeah, han
Life is so ugly, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
He would like to leave (he would like to leave)
There is no one on whom to count on (there is no one on whom to count)
He is too matrix, yeah, in his head, it’s Gomorra, Salvatore tale (Tou-Tou-Tou-Touh, Yeah)
He takes him to Alicante, he is worse than a brigant (he is worse than a brigant)
He takes him to Alicante, yeah, yeah, yeah, he is worse than a brigant (yah, yah, yah)
And he is worse than a brigant (yeah, it’s worse than that)
Here, everyone knows me (so -and -so)
And if you owe him wheat (ah yeah, relou)
Well, the rest, you know her *firearm shooting *
But for people like that, the future is surely too uncertain
But for the moment, he has the gun on him, he is serene
One, two, three boloss, the bait of the gain, yeah, it is too hungry
We play with fire because we don’t know when is the end
And you know the Vida Loca, baby city, I take it to Alicante (I take it to Alicante)
And you, you sell coca ’for Charbo’-Bo’, that’s good, you have to supply (that’s good, you have to feed)
He would like to leave (he would like to leave)
There is no one on whom to count on (there is no one on whom to count)
He is too matrix, yeah, in his head, it’s Gomorra, Salvatore tale (Tou-Tou-Tou-Touh, Yeah)
He takes him to Alicante, he is worse than a brigant (he is worse than a brigant)
He takes him to Alicante, yeah, yeah, yeah, he is worse than a brigant (yah, yah, yah)
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Coyote Jo Bastard Lyrics – Alicante
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Release Year: 2022