Bruxelles Arrive [English translation]

[Intro]

Yeah, 2016

Brussels Lutèce

Brussels is coming, yeah

Brussels is coming, we're jampacked in a ride

Brussels is coming, we're jampacked in a ride

Brussels is coming, we're jampacked in a ride

Brussels is coming, we're jampacked in a ride

[Verse 1: Roméo Elvis]

Pass me the damn briefcase

I waited three years to claim my cash

Every work deserves pay but don't talk to me about when I was a cashier

I saw some of them being marched along like the judge sending off those condemned to hard labor

In other words, to hell with the gold-diggers

In other words, to hell with the gold-diggers messing around

I've got friends in the game, they've given me your rundown, dude

In other words, don't mind the noise when I screw you over

[Refrain]

We go oh! You're going to end up at Père-Lachaise (and not me)

I've got songs that make you go crazy

And they go like oh! You're going to end up at Père-Lachaise

I've got songs that make you go crazy, and they go like:

Brussels is coming, we're jampacked in a ride

Brussels is coming, we're jampacked in a ride

Brussels is coming, we're jampacked in a ride

Brussels is coming, we're jampacked in a ride

[Verse 2: Caballero]

Pass me all the fucking dinero

So I can take good care of my loved ones

On the cheques, there has to be ten zeros

You have no idea what we're capable of for the dinero

And if you want a feature, obviously I'll say, "No"

Let them go look for love somewhere else

Or I'll roll them all up in my king size

Hey hey hey, it's midnight

Soon I'll be on stage with all my squad

My fans going wild with excitement and you're wondering why

Why? Because...

[Refrain]

Oh! You're going to end up at Père-Lachaise and not me

I've got songs that'll make you go crazy

Oh! You're going to end up at Père-Lachaise and not me

I've got songs that'll make you go crazy

Brussels is coming, we're jampacked in a ride

Brussels is coming, we're jampacked in a ride

Brussels is coming, we're jampacked in a ride

Brussels is coming, we're jampacked in a ride

[Verse 3: Roméo Elvis]

Alligator in the building controlling the sector

Searching for something

I've got friends to honor for giving me a hand

When I needed to calm my excesses

[Verse 4: Caballero]

You say you're making it big

But apart from the smell of shit, I didn't smell anything

Even at the time they used to pay me 20 cents, my performances were fire

Caballero and rap, it's like a bloke hammering a ho

Your wife is Mother Theresa of Calcutta: she's got a flat ass and she can't figure you out

[Refrain]

Oh! You're going to end up at Père-Lachaise and not me

I've got songs that'll make you go crazy

Oh! You're going to end up at Père-Lachaise and not me

I've got songs that'll make you go crazy

Brussels is coming, we're jampacked in a ride

Brussels is coming, we're jampacked in a ride

Brussels is coming, we're jampacked in a ride

Brussels is coming, we're jampacked in a ride

We're jampacked in a ride, boy