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

C'est la vie (feat. Method Man) (original)

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

(translation)

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