C'est la vie (feat. Method Man) - Soprano, Method Man

C’est la génération qu’a le mépris

Drogue alcool, entend les cris

D’une mère qui pleure

En voyant son fils criblé de balles, pas de répit

Faut de la caille pour tailler d’ici

Donnes-moi le coffre fais pas l’imbécile

Plus rien à perdre, j’ai connu la merde

Voilà ce que te diront les p’tits

Aujourd’hui le respect n’est plus

Braque son frère après avoir bu

Trois-quatre verres de vodka-Redbull

En portant un pare-balles sous le pull

Fuck la school, vive la street

Ça fume, ça boit, sous la pilule

Le loup aboie pour avoir ta thune

Touche du bois pour pas qu’il t’allume

Les parents désemparés

Les professeurs pris à coups de pied

Les jours de l’an avec les pompiers

Toutes les nuits en GAV

Les nerfs à vif, la coke dans le pif

Agressif pour un soutif' ou un peu de beef

Oh my god, que Dieu garde nos p’tits frères qui arrivent

(Soprano)

Eh oh, eh oh

Que veux-tu que je dise à leurs mères?

Eh oh, eh oh

Aujourd’hui les jeunes n’ont plus rien à perdre

Eh oh, eh oh

Ils préfèrent mourir que perdre la guerre

(Method Man)

The world don’t stop

Keep my guns pop cock

And my hood we can beat a body cop

C’est la vie

The blocks too hot

We tryna movies rock

Just another day another body drops

C’est la vie

(Method Man)

Ça Va?

Parlez-vous français ce soir?

C’est cool !

Behind it I pump it, à vous

I’ve been a G since '93 I pay douces

When house threw me outta my place I make moves

Gimme the ice and the cake I cake you

It’s like a fat woman with weight I can’t loose

Yeah it’s holding square yeah it’s hot

The Method Man, j’ai fumé et toi?

Yeah I don’t speak much french I make french shoes

I love me some french toasts and hate french food

My resume been dope, my kinfolks too

Some of you smoke guns my guns smoke you

My fère, I’m hot my frère

If it’s about gwap or G-spot I’m man

I’m letting my heat pop, it don’t stop there

If it’s you and me you ain’t gotta prayer

That’s life !

(Soprano)

Eh oh, eh oh

Que veux-tu que je dise à leurs mères?

Eh oh, eh oh

Aujourd’hui les jeunes n’ont plus rien à perdre

Eh oh, eh oh

Ils préfèrent mourir que perdre la guerre

(Method Man)

The world don’t stop

Keep my guns pop cock

And my hood we can beat a body cop

C’est la vie

The blocks too hot

We tryna movies rock

Just another day another body drops

C’est la vie

Oh my god, que Dieu garde nos p’tits frères qui arrivent

Oh my god, que Dieu garde nos p’tits frères qui arrivent

Oh my god, que Dieu garde nos p’tits frères qui arrivent

Oh my god, que Dieu garde nos p’tits frères qui arrivent

Uhhh let’s get it, get it

You know!

(Soprano)

Eh oh, eh oh

Que veux-tu que je dise à leurs mères?

Eh oh, eh oh

Aujourd’hui les jeunes n’ont plus rien à perdre

Eh oh, eh oh

Ils préfèrent mourir que perdre la guerre

(Method Man)

The world don’t stop

Keep my guns pop cock

And my hood we can beat a body cop

C’est la vie

The blocks too hot

We tryna movies rock

Just another day another body drops

C’est la vie

It's the generation that has contempt

Drug alcohol, hear the screams

Of a crying mother

Seeing his son riddled with bullets, no respite

Need quail to prune from here

Give me the trunk don't play a fool

Nothing left to lose, I've been through shit

This is what the little ones will tell you

Today respect is no more

Holds up his brother after drinking

Three-four glasses of vodka-Redbull

By wearing bulletproof under the sweater

Fuck the school, long live the street

It smokes, it drinks, under the pill

The wolf barks for your money

Knock on wood so it doesn't turn you on

Distraught Parents

Teachers kicked

New Year's Day with Firefighters

Every night in GAV

Nerves on edge, coke in the nose

Aggressive for a bra or a little beef

Oh my god, God save our little brothers coming

(Soprano)

Eh oh, eh oh

What do you want me to tell their mothers?

Eh oh, eh oh

Young people today have nothing to lose.

Eh oh, eh oh

They'd rather die than lose the war

(Method Man)

The world don't stop

Keep my guns pop cock

And my hood we can beat a body cop

It's life

The blocks too hot

We tryna movies rock

Just another day another body drops

It's life

(Method Man)

How's it going?

Do you speak French tonight?

It's cool !

Behind it I pump it, over to you

I've been a G since '93 I pay sweet

When house threw me outta my place I make moves

Gimme the ice and the cake I cake you

It's like a fat woman with weight I can't loose

Yeah it's holding square yeah it's hot

The Method Man, I smoked and you?

Yeah I don't speak much french I make french shoes

I love me some french toast and hate french food

My resume been dope, my kinfolks too

Some of you smoke guns my guns smoke you

My brother, I'm hot my brother

If it's about gwap or G-spot I'm man

I'm letting my heat pop, it don't stop there

If it's you and me you ain't gotta prayer

That's life!

(Soprano)

Eh oh, eh oh

What do you want me to tell their mothers?

Eh oh, eh oh

Young people today have nothing to lose.

Eh oh, eh oh

They'd rather die than lose the war

(Method Man)

The world don't stop

Keep my guns pop cock

And my hood we can beat a body cop

It's life

The blocks too hot

We tryna movies rock

Just another day another body drops

It's life

Oh my god, God save our little brothers coming

Oh my god, God save our little brothers coming

Oh my god, God save our little brothers coming

Oh my god, God save our little brothers coming

Uhhh let's get it, get it

You know!

(Soprano)

Eh oh, eh oh

What do you want me to tell their mothers?

Eh oh, eh oh

Young people today have nothing to lose.

Eh oh, eh oh

They'd rather die than lose the war

(Method Man)

The world don't stop

Keep my guns pop cock

And my hood we can beat a body cop

It's life

The blocks too hot

We tryna movies rock

Just another day another body drops

It's life