[Verse 1: Montreal Quebecois-accented male MC, rapid flow over punchy live drums and the crunchy guitar riff] Two in the mornin' by the corner store, the lot is full of steam One crew speakin' English, other crew's a French machine Somebody scraped somebody's door, and nobody will budge Voyons, there's a dozen guys, and everybody holds a grudge Nobody speaks the other side, not even a hello And I'm standin' in the middle with a bag of chips to go Big guy from the west side tells me, buddy, tell him this And the big guy from the east side says, tell him I don't miss I'm the only one who's both, I'm the only one who knows So I took a breath, and I translated, and here's how it goes [Hook: Quebecois-accented MC, full drums and claps, guitar riff on every line] That's a rough translation, but the gist is close enough He said somethin' filthy, and I turned it into love Two crews in the parkin' lot, and nobody speaks both Voyons, I'm the bridge, and I'm the only road [Verse 2: Quebecois-accented MC, faster, the stomping kick and sub pushing] West side says your car's a joke, I tell the east he likes the paint East side says he's ugly, I say he thinks you're like a saint West side says I'll break your jaw, I say he wants to break some bread East side says your mother, and I said he likes your jacket instead Pantoute, not at all, I didn't change a single word I just changed the meanin' of the whole thing that they heard Now they're lookin' at each other, they don't know what to do When a man you came to fight is sayin' nice things back at you [Verse 3: Quebecois-accented MC, handshake crack, one huge snare crack on the handshake, then the bass returns heavier] Ten more minutes of the worst things I ever heard in two tongues And ten more minutes of me swearin' each was askin' for a hug Then the west side stuck his hand out, and the east side took it slow And the whole lot let its breath out, you could see it in the snow Now they're sharin' fries and gravy on the hood of the scratched car Askin' me to teach 'em how to say you're cool, and where you are Never tell 'em what was said, pantoute, I'll take it to the grave It was a rough translation, and the rough part's what I saved [Final Hook: Quebecois-accented MC, all the way up, full band and claps] That's a rough translation, but the gist is close enough He said somethin' filthy, and I turned it into love Two crews in the parkin' lot, and nobody speaks both Voyons, I'm the bridge, and I'm the only road [End]
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