New School - Le Coq BGM

Le temps nous donne raison L'argent à l'horizon Faut ver-esqui la prison Gang Manu, Manu, Manu, Manu, Manu, Manu le coq J'ai tourné, tourné, tourné, tourné, tourné, quitté le bloc J'manie, j'manie, j'manie, j'manie, j'manie, j'manie le glock J'ai tourné, tourné, tourné, tourné, tourné, quitté le bloc Evry, Corbeil, Grigny, chacal, la genda est finie J'me fait péter, je nie En gardav', au dépôt, j'suis puni Bitches veut des cunnis, c'est pour ça qu'entre nous c'est fini C'est fini, Koro t'auras le milli' Quelqu'un me l'avait dit comme Carla Bruni Je démarre à deux milles, balle dans l'abdomen Ça dans les gênes, on t'abîmes l'anatomie On aura tous les kilos de ppes-fra Et tu le sais, pas là pour faire le tho-my Recherche-moi si tu veux T'façon j'ai rien à perdre, quand j'ai pas tord Regarde moi dans les yeux et j'sais faire comme mon père Parler aux hommes Manu, Manu, Manu, Manu, Manu, Manu le coq Que des frères, que des real gangstas J'ai tourné, tourné, tourné, tourné, tourné, quitté le bloc C'est la fête, faire du sale, on aime ça J'manie, j'manie, j'manie, j'manie, j'manie, j'manie le glock Bang bang, bang, bang, bang, y a les coups dans l'Beretta J'ai tourné, tourné, tourné, tourné, tourné, quitté le bloc C'est la fête, faire du sale, on aime ça Mais je ne comprends pas J'suis seul enfermé dans ma sphère Mais je ne comprends pas Comment on a fait pour le faire C'est qui? Démarre Tu fais l'chaud, tu fais l'fou, on s'démarre On remonte dans le wagon On attend que le train redémarre Dix piges plus tard, on s'embrouille, on revient en T-max C'est plus l'idée, bye bye bye Num' quoi? L'engin qui me vend au départ Il m'faut vingt mille billets d'cinquante Donne mon cash avant que j'pète un plomb Si tu m'payes pas, on t'règle ton compte J'suis pas méchant, j'suis impatient Sur le terter, j'suis attaquant Présent dans les moments, là où ça pète De toute manière, moi j'suis déjà prêt J'ai un fusil anti tapettes Manu, Manu, Manu, Manu, Manu, Manu le coq Que des frères, que des real gangstas J'ai tourné, tourné, tourné, tourné, tourné, quitté le bloc C'est la fête, faire du sale, on aime ça J'manie, j'manie, j'manie, j'manie, j'manie, j'manie le glock Bang bang, bang, bang, bang, y'a les coups dans l'Beretta J'ai tourné, tourné, tourné, tourné, tourné, quitté le bloc C'est la fête, faire du sale, on aime ça J'suis connu dans la ville, ils disent que j'fous la merde Moi j'suis pas de leurs avis, puis t'façon j'les emmerde Et quand il fait des sous, les soucis viennent avec Quand je roule en Ferrari, personne me dit bsahtek

Education Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike, and Ralph S C H O O L, you got to go to school and beat that bell When the alarm clock bangs ring, ding, dong We gotta stop our rap about this song Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, the weekend's here Well listen When I was very young I used to sit around the house Watching oil can Harry battle Mighty Mouse Until my mother said, "Son, that's not the way to be You've got to go to school and learn your ABCs" I said, "Is that it, mom?" She said, "That's not even half You've got to go to school, you got to learn some math" You got to learn you to count 1, 2, 3 And then get brushed up on the history My first day of school I'll never forget My teacher said, "Recite the alphabet" I said, A E M E L R, and, as you can see I didn't get very far The teacher said, "Son, there's nothing to it Before the day's over, you'll learn how to do it" And not only that, you'll learn how to read And that's one thing in life you'll always need Well, school's not all work There's fun things to do like gym, lunch, and recess, too Kindergarten was easy, it was mostly play What I was worried about was elementary S C H O O L, you got to go to school and beat that bell When the alarm clock bangs ring, ding, dong We gotta stop our rap about this song S C H O O L, you got to go to school and beat that bell When the alarm clock bangs ring, ding, dong We gotta stop our rap about this song Ha! Now something got wrong, I took another turn I didn't want to study, didn't even want to learn Didn't want to go to class, I was always late Because school became something that I started to hate Started hanging with my boys, didn't mean no harm We was going around the school pulling fire alarms I was a chilly homeboy, yes, I was down Because I came to school just to mess around I started hanging in the halls, writing on the walls Until I got started playing basketball But I didn't have a job so I couldn't get paid And I couldn't play ball because of my grades But I still used to practice each and every day In case the coach decided to let me play But it didn't work out the way I planned So I ran to a man who said he can understand The troubles I was going through He said, "Son it's all about going to school" So I shut up and shipped out to get my keys And now I'm moving up to the big leagues, high school S C H O O L, you got to go to school and beat that bell When the alarm clock bangs ring, ding, dong We gotta stop our rap about this song S C H O O L, you got to go to school and beat that bell When the alarm clock bangs ring, ding, dong We gotta stop our rap about this song Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike, and Ralph Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, the weekend's here So sticking out that chest, I'm feeling cool 'Cause I was going on to something they call high school And I feel important, 'cause things aren't the same Wondering why nobody knows my name That became something that I started to miss And now that I'm here it feels like a big dis But, anyway, I had to leave I had something to achieve It was singing, yeah, that's what I wanted to do So I got a tutor, because I'm no fool Dropping out of school is quite absurd And it's something New Edition just spread the word Stay in school S C H O O L, you got to go to school and beat that bell S C H O O L, you got to go to school and beat that bell S C H O O L, you got to go to school and beat that bell S C H O O L, you got to go to school and beat that bell S C H O O L, you got to go to school and beat that bell S C H O O L, you got to go to school and beat that bell Ronnie, Ronnie, Ronnie, Ronnie, Ronnie Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike, and Ralph Ronnie S C H O O L, beat that bell Go to school and beat that bell S C H O O L, go to school and beat that bell S C H O O L

Classic, uh, uh, uh I'd like to welcome y'all to Exit 13 My name is LL Cool J AKA the goat R. Leslie on the track, uh, uh, uh I told y'all that I would make a killing I told y'all I blow like Mount St. Helen's I told y'all I'm the truth, they paint me like a villain Sick on paper, the inch to penicillin I told y'all the real, they started catching feelings Muthafuck 'em all, throw ya L's to the ceiling Cool J, still hotter than a helicopter crashing in lava Still sweeter to the ladies than a box of Godiva Music industry is like a game of cops and robbers Too many Indians, no chiefs to follow What I'm sowing today, I be reaping tomorrow So here's some joyful bars, to replace your sorrow I'm beyond a legend, I'm iconic Fall off, rebuild, your man's bionic Put your trust in me, I never let you down I always come up with a way to checkmate these clowns I effeminate these clowns, tryin' to take me down Ask Puffy and Nas, who hates me now The phenomenon, ladies love the don I give 'em an ear-gasm, they can't keep calm Old school, new school, need to learn though I burn baby burn like disco inferno Old school, new school, need to learn though I burn baby burn like disco inferno I told y'all that I was coming back I told y'all I ain't going out like that I told y'all I was the greatest to ever rap And I built Def Jam and took a piss on the map I told y'all, I wasn't like the other cats I'm fresh like a Wii, them niggas playing jacks They all a bunch of a rats, they copying off 2Pac's stats Wearing tuxedos to hide they tight speedo Chains is tucked in, I'm incognito Fuck with your ego and touch your girl's labito There will never be on flyer, LL Cool J Taking you higher and higher The wire, the GOAT, the grand sire Who good at 24's if you want flat tires Telling your soul and then performing with a choir People, please, don't listen to these liars Ladies and gentlemen, these, niggas is selling you up Bunch of irrelevant shit, it's not intelligent, is it? My shit's exquisite, don't follow the yellow brick road Them niggas faking like the Wizard Old school, new school, need to learn though I burn baby burn like disco inferno Old school, new school, need to learn though I burn baby burn like disco inferno Is it really possible I'm this hot? LL Cool J, still on top? 24 years, I ain't forget the block You can ask my Jay in the shop Linden Boulevard, little Coupe, big rocks Real estate only, I ain't fucking with the stocks Why not, so our grand kids could feed they grand kids And they grand kids, can feed they damn kids And Collin Park throw ya hands in the air Jump before I turn 'em in a Cool J affair My word is my bond, every summer I'm there Y'all can jump double dutch while I'm laying in the cut I told y'all I wasn't giving up I told y'all, I can jump on tracks and switch the rhythm up Do work, treat rap like a ripped skirt Sow it up, rep your hood, nigga, throw it up You'd been standing by my side for years Sold out concerts, screams and cheers Front row T-Shirt, L, we here I bought every album, too many to count 'em Watch your movies, your the only good thing about 'em Todd Smith jeans, I can't live without 'em And the only thing I want from you Is for you to keep doing that shit you do Old school, new school, need to learn though I burn baby burn like disco inferno Old school, new school, need to learn though I burn baby burn like disco inferno Old school, new school, need to learn though I burn baby burn like disco inferno Old school, new school, need to learn though I burn baby burn like disco inferno