Chorus:) And if you want to be the teacher's pet, Well baby you just better forget it. Rock got no reason. Rock got no rhyme. You better get me to school
m alive. And if you wanna be the teacher s pet, Well baby you just better forget, Rock got no reason, Rock got no rhyme, You better get me to school
Пераклад: Школа рока саўндтрэк. Джэк Блэк - Школа рока.
Пераклад: Школа рока саўндтрэк. Джэк Блэк - гэта доўгі шлях да вяршыні.
I m alive. And if you wanna be the teacher s pet, Well baby you just better forget, Rock got no reason, Rock got no rhyme, You better get me to school
My old man be schooling me For sho' I rock good, cats claim this hood and that hood Black man, your hood is the universe On this Earth, you were first
I side with the Southside Niggas be outside with they hat cocked I'm telling you, check it out I rock the black block I rock the black blocks all over
here's a little story from the Oakland streets You see, Tania had a boyfriend, his name was Jack Always had the bitches on their backs Jack told Tania, "I love you so" But Jack
alive I gotta eat so I do or die Not a full-time crook but I was born right So if I want to eat, sometimes I got to jack So jack I will and go get some
you know we gotta strive to the T-o-p, thats the top man Ima come through nigga down to bring the pain If these hoes down to jack, I want you to know
s just a phase, I'm back to make maniac music, GHB and cocaine in my music, Crack stop complaining I'll lose it, jack tripper jack the ripper, me the
This for my gangstas, forty-five stainless Throw yo set up, let me see your sound language Sell a crack rock, steal a laptop Jack for a key and sell that
ass And show ya the rough times Hungry homeless people commiting crime after crime And bitches working the pike for dough Then they run to the rock sella to buy some rocks
ass And show ya the rough times Hungry homeless people committing crime after crime And bitches working the pike for dough Then they run to the rock sella to buy some rocks
B, Heavy D, Mouthburnin Craig G, Shy rap version, TRUE SCHOOL Rock Box, Run Dmc, true hip hop Before Biggie and 2pac got shot, there was Scott La Rock
Rock Marcy, so stop spreddin' out malarchy My rap anarchy, blaze more wigs than Barbara Sharpsee I'm a freakers army? Savage ya type like Chaka Zulo,
me crazy And all you want is the Lex and gold Visa Bomb singles and stackin' your chips like Pringles While my rhymes jack for platinum plaques Quicker than one time Jack Black
't White Castle But I'm what you crave I need you all to feel me here Guys and girls in the front and rear Knock 'em out the box and jack it up Turn
