"Bon Cuistot" lyrics
(One Piece Sanji Rap)
(feat. Muscape)
[Muscape:]
Tel un Bon Cuistot tout mes bon plat se mange bien chaud
Tu es de trop crois moi tu es pas si costaud
La tension monte direction: d'innombrable tresor
Route vers l'or
[Rustage:]
Ay, pass me a light and a cig
Gotta smoke a man down when they talk with a Prince (alright)
Put me on a fight with a fish
Then I'm serving them brown with a portion of chips (alright)
Man is so poorly equipped
Ain't got the tools to be talking like this
Scum on my hands let me walk to the sink
And they do it so dry, need some sauce on that shit
Send a man back to the bronze age
Dante, when I bring inferno - Flambe
Every single step - shockwave
Fast paced, do it like Diable Jambe
Ay, and I'm gonna up all their heart rates
Club on a queen like a card game
Man in a business suit, but they gon' missed a two
When I dance on a man like it's Swan Lake
'Cause I do it for a baddie or a goddess
And I know they call me daddy with these long legs
They gon' keep on coming at me 'till they drop dead
Cross check, talk like he be eating, but he's not fed
Put him in the sea for the content nonsense
Sweeping up your team on deck, god bless
Split 'em into chunks, now that meat be like brochette
I ain't ever do it for the green or a musthead, ah
[Muscape:]
Tel un Bon Cuistot tout mes bon plat se mange bien chaud
Tu es de trop crois moi tu es pas si costaud
La tension monte direction: d'innombrable tresor
Route vers l'or
Bon Cuistot tout mes bon plat se mange bien chaud
Tu es de trop crois moi tu es pas si costaud
La tension monte direction: d'innombrable tresor
Route vers l'or
[Rustage:]
Run with more salt than the depths of the sea
I got more kicks than the premiere league
Catching these hands, but you're getting the feet
'Cause I'm dropping more snacks than a vending machine
Step and you're dead on the scene
Sonning a cook like I'm Zeff on the beat
I'm doing shit that you never believe
And unlocking her box like a Skeleton Key, ay
I don't need to translate, uh
Feeling like I'm Remy in a rat race, uh
I be moving bread like this a cafe
French toast, turn a waffler into a pancake, uh
Man, I'm on a rampage, uh
You better see the stats on the fan page
I ain't responsible for your bad taste
Serving fillet mignon with some champagne
You don't know my game, so don't add me
Man so spicy - wasabi, eu du vie, I'm so brandy
They don't sleep on me, I'm so caffeine
I go three for three, I'm so Sanji, ay
Step in the Kitchen of Hell like I'm Ramsey
They wanna judge, but don't know what the plan be
Ducking these bullets like mans on a stampede
Do it gourmet and there's no need to thank me
[Muscape:]
Tel un Bon Cuistot tout mes bon plat se mange bien chaud
Tu es de trop crois moi tu es pas si costaud
La tension monte direction: d'innombrable tresor
Route vers l'or
Bon Cuistot tout mes bon plat se mange bien chaud
Tu es de trop crois moi tu es pas si costaud
La tension monte direction: d'innombrable tresor
Route vers l'or
Tel un Bon Cuistot tout mes bon plat se mange bien chaud
Tu es de trop crois moi tu es pas si costaud
La tension monte direction: d'innombrable tresor
Route vers l'or
[Rustage:]
Ay, pass me a light and a cig
Gotta smoke a man down when they talk with a Prince (alright)
Put me on a fight with a fish
Then I'm serving them brown with a portion of chips (alright)
Man is so poorly equipped
Ain't got the tools to be talking like this
Scum on my hands let me walk to the sink
And they do it so dry, need some sauce on that shit
Send a man back to the bronze age
Dante, when I bring inferno - Flambe
Every single step - shockwave
Fast paced, do it like Diable Jambe
Ay, and I'm gonna up all their heart rates
Club on a queen like a card game
Man in a business suit, but they gon' missed a two
When I dance on a man like it's Swan Lake
'Cause I do it for a baddie or a goddess
And I know they call me daddy with these long legs
They gon' keep on coming at me 'till they drop dead
Cross check, talk like he be eating, but he's not fed
Put him in the sea for the content nonsense
Sweeping up your team on deck, god bless
Split 'em into chunks, now that meat be like brochette
I ain't ever do it for the green or a musthead, ah
[Muscape:]
Tel un Bon Cuistot tout mes bon plat se mange bien chaud
Tu es de trop crois moi tu es pas si costaud
La tension monte direction: d'innombrable tresor
Route vers l'or
Bon Cuistot tout mes bon plat se mange bien chaud
Tu es de trop crois moi tu es pas si costaud
La tension monte direction: d'innombrable tresor
Route vers l'or
[Rustage:]
Run with more salt than the depths of the sea
I got more kicks than the premiere league
Catching these hands, but you're getting the feet
'Cause I'm dropping more snacks than a vending machine
Step and you're dead on the scene
Sonning a cook like I'm Zeff on the beat
I'm doing shit that you never believe
And unlocking her box like a Skeleton Key, ay
I don't need to translate, uh
Feeling like I'm Remy in a rat race, uh
I be moving bread like this a cafe
French toast, turn a waffler into a pancake, uh
Man, I'm on a rampage, uh
You better see the stats on the fan page
I ain't responsible for your bad taste
Serving fillet mignon with some champagne
You don't know my game, so don't add me
Man so spicy - wasabi, eu du vie, I'm so brandy
They don't sleep on me, I'm so caffeine
I go three for three, I'm so Sanji, ay
Step in the Kitchen of Hell like I'm Ramsey
They wanna judge, but don't know what the plan be
Ducking these bullets like mans on a stampede
Do it gourmet and there's no need to thank me
[Muscape:]
Tel un Bon Cuistot tout mes bon plat se mange bien chaud
Tu es de trop crois moi tu es pas si costaud
La tension monte direction: d'innombrable tresor
Route vers l'or
Bon Cuistot tout mes bon plat se mange bien chaud
Tu es de trop crois moi tu es pas si costaud
La tension monte direction: d'innombrable tresor
Route vers l'or
