[Verse 1: French-rap male MC, cold French-rap flow over a hard boom kick and minor guitar riff] Ten years back, uptown, I was standin' at a door Maitre d' looked at my feet and said not tonight, no more Sneakers on the carpet, man, that's somethin' we don't do So I said alright, mon ami, then I'll be seein' you Took a flight to Lyon with a duffel and a plan Scrubbin' pans in a basement with a towel on my hand Six years at the sink, I learned it all one swear at a time Now I'm back across the street with a sign as big as mine [Hook: French-rap male MC, full kick and snare, minor guitar riff and deep bass] Pardon my French, mon ami, I'ma say it nice and slow You turned me 'round for sneakers at the door ten years ago Now I'm cookin' 'cross the street and the line is out the block Pardon my French: c'est fini, and I'm comin' for the lot [Interlude: French-rap male MC, glass tap, the beat drops to a single fork tapping a wine glass three times, then the drums slam in] Tink, tink, tink Excusez-moi, monsieur, a word before you close [Verse 2: French-rap male MC, colder, every bar on the snare] Walk into your dinin' room, the tables half as full I say merci, monsieur, for the door, it was a pull Didn't have to let me in, you did me such a favor Now your regulars are sittin' at my place, they like the flavor He just smiles and nods along, he doesn't speak a word Thinks I'm bein' sweet to him, the sweetest thing he's heard I say voila, the lease, your landlord sold it to me Say it nice and pretty, so it sounds like poetry [Hook: French-rap male MC, full kick and snare, minor guitar riff and deep bass] Pardon my French, mon ami, I'ma say it nice and slow You turned me 'round for sneakers at the door ten years ago Now I'm cookin' 'cross the street and the line is out the block Pardon my French: c'est fini, and I'm comin' for the lot [Verse 3: French-rap male MC, menacing and quick] Every word I'm sayin' sounds like manners in a suit Every merci is a contract, every smile is a dispute Come the spring, I take the corner and I knock this wall in two Put a door as wide as Sunday, let the sneakers walk right through Bonne soiree, mon ami, keep the change and keep the chair When the sign comes down tomorrow, I'll be standin' right there [Final Hook: French-rap male MC, full kick and snare, minor guitar riff and deep bass] Pardon my French, mon ami, I'ma say it nice and slow You turned me 'round for sneakers at the door ten years ago Now I'm cookin' 'cross the street and the line is out the block Pardon my French: c'est fini, and I'm comin' for the lot [End]
