Lyrics of On and On, Pt. 2 - Hocus Pocus, Ty

On and On, Pt. 2 (original)

Baby, let me introduce
On and on and on and on and on and on (Oh no, no, no)
Put it on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
On And On fait ça pour les kiffeurs de sons et les accrocs aux break beats
Aux sons qui claquent et qui t’accrochent rect-di, on a peu d’crédit
Faut se serrer la ceinture que les disques s'épuisent
Et donner ça pour que les DJ’s puissent
Péter le son qu’le voisin grogne (Yeah)
Péter les watts qu’le voisin cogne (Yeah)
Quitte à c’que ça le soigne
Ce son est fait pour te passer les nerfs, fait pour casser les verres
Fait pour tomber la chemise même si c’est l’hiver
On And On, parce qu’on taffe sept jours sur sept
Sur skeud et avec HP notre set tourne sur scène
Y’a aussi C2C, des DJ’s toujours chauds pour la battle
Des accrocs du vinyle qui font rarement dans la bagatelle
On And On c’est que le commencement, on n’en est qu’au lancement
Du label, pourtant tu t’dis: «Putain, j’connais ce nom !
«2.0.S.Y.L, j’ai déjà entendu c’type
Et t’en auras pour ton argent, y’a même un bonus clip
On and on and on and on and on and on (Oh no)
Put it on and on and on and on (Oh no)
Baby, let me introduce
On and on and on and on and on and on (Oh no, no, no)
Put it on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
On And On c’est ni strass, ni paillettes
Ni stars, ni variet', ni stress, ni carrières
Prévues à l’avance
On y va au jour le jour et c’est mieux que le taf à l’usine
Et si on te fait ner-tour notre son, après une taffe, t’hallucines
Le lendemain t’as les cernes, les joues creusées et t’as trop l’air junkie
Accroc à notre son et pas à celui de Rodney Jerkins
Non, on fait pas du son clean et aseptisé
Si j’kicke du Timbaland, c’est qu’j’ai assez tisé
Eh !
Dis moi stop, avant qu’j’me mettes au 2 Step
Si j’comate, alors mets-moi vite une mixtape
Un truc fat (un truc fat), pas du son dancefloor
Un truc fat (un truc fat), et puis annonce leur
Boy, qu’on fait ça pour le kif avant tout
On s’fout de c’qui fait vendre, tout en évitant les vautours
On And On fait tout pour que les choses bougent vite
Et pour que les gonzes fassent Oh Shit !
On and on and on and on and on and on (Oh no)
Put it on and on and on and on (Oh no)
Baby, let me introduce
On and on and on and on and on and on (Oh no, no, no)
Put it on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
On and, on and, on and on and on and
On and, on and, on and on and on and…

(translation)

Baby, let me introduce
On and on and on and on and on and on (Oh no, no, no)
Put it on and on and on and on
We and we and we and we
On And On does this for sound lovers and break beat addicts
To the sounds that slam and hook you straight-di, we have little credit
Gotta tighten your belt till the records run out
And give it away so the DJs can
Fart the sound that the neighbor growls (Yeah)
Fart the watts that the neighbor hits (Yeah)
Even if it heals him
This sound is made to get on your nerves, made to break glasses
Made to drop the shirt even if it's winter
On And On, because we work seven days a week
On skeud and with HP our set turns on stage
There's also C2C, DJ's always hot for the battle
Vinyl junkies who rarely make it a trifle
On And On is just the beginning, we're just getting started
From the label, yet you say to yourself: "Fuck, I know that name!
"2.0.S.Y.L, I've heard this guy before
And you'll get what you pay for, there's even a bonus clip
We and we and we and we and we and we (Oh no)
Put it on and on and on and on (Oh no)
Baby, let me introduce
On and on and on and on and on and on (Oh no, no, no)
Put it on and on and on and on
We and we and we and we
On And On is neither rhinestones nor sequins
No stars, no variety, no stress, no careers
Planned in advance
We go day by day and it's better than work at the factory
And if we make you ner-tour our sound, after a hit, you hallucinate
The next day you have dark circles, sunken cheeks and you look too junkie
Addicted to our sound and not Rodney Jerkins
No, we don't make clean and sanitized sound
If I kick Timbaland, it's because I've had enough
Hey!
Tell me stop, before I start at 2 Step
If I comate, then quickly put me a mixtape
A fat thing (a fat thing), no dancefloor sound
A fat trick (a fat trick), and then announce them
Boy, that we do this for the kif above all
We don't care what sells, while avoiding the vultures
We And We make things happen fast
And for the lads to do Oh Shit!
We and we and we and we and we and we (Oh no)
Put it on and on and on and on (Oh no)
Baby, let me introduce
On and on and on and on and on and on (Oh no, no, no)
Put it on and on and on and on
We and we and we and we
We and, we and, we and we and we and
We and, we and, we and we and we and…