Yeah, you know, I'm slidin y'knahmsayin?
Rollin down the streets doin my thang y'knahmsayin?
That's the flow, whattup?
Smokin my weed, y'knahmsayin? Drinkin my joint
This bitch man, this bitch roll up to me man
This bitch pull up inside and shit
Roll down the window and shit, I'm like - "Fuck you want bitch?"
Bitch, tell me, y'knahmsayin?
She tell me "Turn that shit down, Tha Dogg Pound broke up"
Heh, hehehe, haha, I had to laugh at the hoe, y'knahmsayin?
That's some funny shit
For real though man, tell these motherfuckers what's happenin
{*music starts*}
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
[Daz] What you about nigga?
[Sung] Dogg Pound for life
[Daz] Do ya some nigga?
[Sung] Smoke a pound tonight
[Daz] How ya feel nigga?
[Sung] I feel larger than life
Dogg Pound for life
[Kurupt]
Dogg Pound shit..
Life without money (money) that's like breathin wit no air
Prepared, there's no love in warfare, engage
I make the front page, like Nicholas Cage
and get served, front and center stage (get served)
I'll break you through 'til you throw up your teflon barriers
and get penetrated, tell the connectects superior
Hostile, verbal apposal in 3D hittin every galaxy throwin up D.P.
Now I could be quick as a cheetah
and rip through ya shit like a motherfuckin wild heina
From the city where light shine bright at night
(at night) MC's, Shaniqua's, speakin upon the mic
From L.A. to the city of Phil' (Phil')
When you approach Kurupt, approach wit skill
(f'real) Cause if you don't you'll get shook (shook)
and broken, nigga I rock it and break it open
[Chorus]
[Daz]
What you about?
[Kurupt]
You servin me motherfucker? (hell no) I think not
That's facin a blizzard in a fuckin tank top (back it up)
I took trips from New Jerz' to Cape Cot (Cot)
You could be adventurous up againt tremendous odds
And face a poltergeist, I'll bring it to ya nice
I had the whole scenery surrounded like the wise {*cat meow*}
Who could it be comin through in all blue (fool)
Dogg Pound Gangstas number one, number two
Never evade the principle, the top principle
Up against the top invincible, rhyme assassin
I lay the cards on the table, take a pick
The wrong choice'll get your whole chest cavitys picked
(ahh!) That's were all the bullshit ceases
This whole frame and format crumble right before his eyes into pieces
(fuck that!) Fake ass assassin wit no heart, no mind
No money, no hoes, no flows and no rhyme
(no rhyme!) Waitin for the poetical Satan
Creatin slaughters, runnin through stores like Water Patan
(oh, oh) I'm all about money makin
and I'm makin mistakes, you're only worth what your creatin
and a garden of snakes
Now all I could do is survive, is stay alive
Money 'til I motherfuckin die, stranded on Tha Row
I'm in this motherfucker to grow
and make fetti like I'm on a mountain of snow
[Chorus]
[Chorus] - 0.5X
* {*rattles shaking*}
[Singer] (Daz)
Houl, houl, houl - houl, houl, houl
Houl, houl, houl - houl, houl, houl
Houl (uhh) houl (uhh) houl (uhh, uhh)
Houl (uhh) houl (uhh) houl (uhh)
Houl (uhh) houl (uhh) houl (uhh, uhh)
Houl (uhh) houl (uhh) houl
[Daz]
Psssh, I didn't realize we'd be cashin in
Makin dollars, makin shit pop around here
(nigga!) Fiends sniff to cops gang-bangin
Where my block? My everyday is a crime
A nine to five, slangin bucks, nine millimeters
Three-eighties and gauges and glocks
(?) made you not wanna sit back
and I watch the clock (hah!) watchin anybody and any
For every fuckin dime, every penny, what a pity
I'll be livin the city, livin greedy, lookin for (??)
Wit a spirit that'll jealous the belly, then now
Two wanted killers slang crack, shit
Smokin boodah's off that brown orange boodah
Stabbin motherfuckers in the back, I ain't afraid to do ya
Roll wit niggaz, that's the same, or roll wit a gang
Roll up in a school and bang - bang!
And hang out, to sellin (?) struck out
Fiends, who's worries kept green, or stick the merry, dream
that could make 'em run and get the pistols, the shit
This ain't a damn thing funny (fool!)
Niggaz around my block, start actin so crummy
When Atlanta dawgs reach that G status, just to have it
and anything that'll (?) out my jock just to have us
Hoppin down the steps, where my homeboys chill
Sippin hundred, had a bomb smoke that's real
I hate see the homies pass by, they creep inside
lettin niggaz know that this the C-SIIDE! (yeah)
{*with singer singing "howl, howl, howl.." in background*}
[D] Tennesee and Oklahoma said they ROLL WIT US
[K] Portland and Seattle, you know they ROLL WIT US
[D] Mississipi, Lousiania said they ROLL WIT US
[K] Yeah, Chicago and Texas, you know they ROLL WIT US
[D] Detriot and Carolina said they ROLL WIT US
[K] When Little Rock, Saint Louis gang-bang-dang-dang
[D] And all my overseas (?) won'tcha ROLL WIT US
[K] New Jersey (ROLL WIT US) and Philly (ROLL WIT US)
[Kurupt]
You know you never seen a gangsta hol', hella high
Ready to ride, give it up to all the bitches passin by
(whattup girl?) Crazy wit 'em curves, work it up motherfucker
(ahh!) Better have fur in the back of the truck, motherfucker
I seen a baller (baller) yeah nigga, he strait ballin
Call it a wild card, the gang motherfucker (yeah)
When niggaz 'bout to fo' they talk (ugh, ugh!)
shoot the fo' the big bitch motherfucker
They just can't compete (uh-huh) we got the hardco' thang to bang
Niggaz is gang-bangin up in this motherfucker, bottom thang
(hell yeah) Fuck a bitch homey, and a bitch nigga
Licorice nigga like "You give 'em what he deserve"
Word, brought it up, concern, put a microphone
Thug - money makin, pistol packin, juniors
Jumpin for scrappin bottles, jackin faster
Quick to say "Bitch," quick to say "Fuck you!"
Quick to say "Motherfuck ya momma and yo' hood too"
(Nigga it's Tha Dogg Pound) Type of motherfucker
So if he's somethin like me
and you ridin wit the D.P.G.P.A.C. and me - then say "Buck buck!"
{*with singer singing "howl, howl, howl.." in background*}
[D] Now all my neezies up in (?) ROLL WIT US
The (?) Utah, won't ya ROLL WIT US
[K] All my dirty Atlanta niggaz they ROLL WIT US
[D] Minnesota, Alabama won't ya ROLL WIT US
[K] California, Arizona you know they ROLL WIT US
[D] Ohio and Amsterdamn won't ya ROLL WIT US
[K] Miami, New Mexico say they ROLL WIT US
Just say they ROLL WIT US, you know they ROLL WIT US
[Kurupt]
Just roll wit a gangsta bitch and shut the fuck up (suck a nut)
Fuck a nigga up, rockin the greatest thang since the fuck in the cut
Nigga what? G'd up in the gangsta ass native blue truck
Dat Nigga Daz and Kurupt {*screech*}
It's been a long time since we gangstas kept bangin
Young ass from the gangsta ass Dogg Pound Gang
[Daz]
Kurupt, I take you rather serious 'til the niggaz kept blastin
(FOOL!) Rollin wit the motherfuckers'll leave 'em in a casket
(bitch nigga!) This nigga's is drastic, it's suicide, help me ride
(ride) to battle the Daz, within the nigga or not (check it out)
Cash money got us addicted to what we niggaz kick
Good shit for bad shit, sorry keep us sippin for jiggin for gettin
[K] Yeah, the A is for anybody killer
[D] N is for the NIGGA!
[K] Fuck the G's, beat beginnin nigga!
{*with singer singing "howl, howl, howl.." in background*}
[D] And all my No Limit Soldiers say they ROLL WIT US
[K] Murder unit, my niggaz say they ROLL WIT US
[D] All my West side connectin that's jailed they ROLL WIT US
[K] Wit the dungeon, weak ballers say they ROLL WIT US
[D] Hell, that nigga gon' cop red, ROLL WIT US
[K] Dogg Pound and my niggaz said they ROLL WIT US
[D] And all my Ruff Ryder niggaz said they ROLL WIT US
FlipMODE WIT US, sit DOWN WIT US
[Daz]
Yeah, haha, now just bounce to this
Just bounce (just bounce) just bounce to this
Nigga just bounce (just bounce) nigga just bounce to this
Niggaz just bounce (bounce), ugh, yeah {*echoes*}
[K] Bounce, bounce nigga (bounce nigga)
[D] Putcha pistols up, yeah {*echoes*}
[K] Bounce nigga (bounce nigga)
[D] Just putcha pistols up, pistols up!
[K] Bounce nigga
[D] Bounce nigga!
[K] Putcha pistols up
[D] Pistols up!
[K] Wassup?
[D] NIIIGGAAA! {*echoes*} Yeah
* originally appeared on the "Sunset Park" soundtrack
It's just another day in the hood for Kurupt, yeah, that's me
Got schooled by Snoop in a black Cherokee
Daz in the back, Warren G. in the front
Nice sack of chronic with some gin in a cup
Back up I stack up the weed
Tha Pound and the Row is my only friends
If you talk shit, I hit you hard as I can
You talk shit once but never again
Well, I'm back with the bubonic chronic sack for that ass
So all my doggs pack the back, laced his ass
To the fullest feeling I'm feelin you never could feel
While your mind is comin where your body is chill
As I mob with tha pound and my nigga Nate Dogg
Not flaggin, not saggin, but havin a ball
Yo, saw y'all motherfuckers wanna see like doggs
Wanna be like doggs, but can't compare to doggs
It's like one to the two, two to the three
K to the U-R-U-P-T
In fact, I steps with a tech in the back
In the hood, ain't got no love, so I packs a strap
And I once knew a nigga named Dr. Dre
He was a baller from the motherfucking CPT(a baller from the CPT)
He hooked up with the niggas from the LBC
And now they fuckin up the whole rap industry
Well, check it out, and peep game on the one they call Dat Nigga Daz
An OG straight puttin it down for the Eastside(right)
But this is just a dove sack of dope
So till yo ass dopes this mo
Now, you can't see my mothafuckin homies from the CPT
And you can't see my mothafuckin doggs from the LBC
Check this flow, Hoover ain't the word to describe me, nigga
Remember, I'm murderin niggas as a hobby
Bodies get battered for fuckin with the best dogg dump
With the tech-n-terror to fuckin chest start
Do I give a fuck (hell no) I'm a locc nigga
Who you tryin to provoke(nigga) step up, get smoked nigga
Get the strap in the back I'm rollin and a bumpin
Niggas talk shit I won't write and start dumpin
Uh, who play the role like the G's
Punk ass middle fuckin mark niggas, please
Murder in the first degree
I step with a tech, burst and flee
You'll find none worst than me
See, motherfuckers murdered and mangled, strangled
Our bitches like a bangled
Take ya from a whole different angle
Bitches, I'm never sympin, You'll see me pimpin
I step the clip in, bust a cap
Watch them fall flat on they back
Like this and like that from an automatic strap
So for tryin the techno
Respect I gets wrecked with a glock
And it just don't stop
I check every nigga known that's tryin to check me
I wreck microphones verbally, respect me
I'm off to the sto(re) to get me a fo(ur)
Oh, so I'm headed out the door
Now as I roll with Kurupt and my cousin Eastwood
On a mission up to no good
We don't love you bitch
After we finish diggin
Tha Pound's about that dollar and takin no shit
From the busta ass niggas, Bell it out shit
Trick, recognize game when it slaps your face
See I ain't no fzzzake, I take you to the next stzzzage
One time can't trzzzace, now why you punk twice
Now, you've been sleeping on the desk for a long time
Waitin for the nigga to come bust a dogg rhyme
So motherfuckers throw your hands in the air
And get your proper groove on like you don't care
See I don't love them hoes
I like a butta nose
Keep my mind on my money, that's just how my money flows
And so
How, I thought you knew, but now you know
Dogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin
* [Intro - Daz]
Man, nigga (?) is tore up, knahmsayin?
Shh, hop in the car, yo-yo-yo turn that music down
Yeah-yeah, y'knahmsayin?
Let's jack these niggaz for what they got, knahmsayin?
Heard these niggaz got some big paper on them
Dope sacks and all that shit
Get the gauge nigga, c'mon, let's go, we out!
[Daz]
It's another bad day in the hood
My clientele's doin small, my profits ain't nuttin good
Hit a couple licks (hit 'em up!) in a matter of seconds we rich
Now it's all about kimo bricks, and fresh toxics to get is in the mix
It ain't hard to tell my clientele by makin mayor
but fuck the cops and these feds tryin to take this rack to jail
Hop the gate (hit 'em up!) to get away, this pack ain't gon' catch us
and a undercover G, ahh, our plates is from Texas
Got the bombers, fuck the moto that niggaz never smoke
Got the weed that when you take a tote you gonna choke
Out of town, we put it down in a major way
Never knew or had a clue that we could make some major pay
Load up by Rucker's
gettin step and never know who gon' get shady doin business
So we never slept in powder box and hot, snitches
and fiends, and cops, makin niggaz shit hot, so we relocate the spot
We got some bitches doin dirty work, outta down (?) the work
Come back wit our bread, break a nigga or some hands (BIATCH!)
That's the way I love it, you know I love that shit
The way I fucks a bitch and clock the green
[sung] Because it's all about the money man
[Daz] You can't get nuttin without it
[sung] It's all about the money, money, money, money
[Daz] That's what the ballers got
[sung] Said it's all about the money man
[Daz] Yeah, yeah, yeah
[sung] Said it's all about the money, money, money, money
[Daz] Cash dollar
[sung] Said it's all about the money man
[Daz] You can't get nuttin without it
[sung] Said it's all about the money, money, money, money
[Daz] Get it, get it, get it
[sung] Said it's all about the money man
[Daz] Aww
[sung] Said it's all about the money, money, money, money
[Daz] Run it, run it, run it
[Daz]
Fresh broads and five hundred thousand dollars homes
and mobile phones (yeah!) better play the coke
Smokin weed by the zones (the pound)
Got a down ass bitch to help me get through shit
When times get rough at times you know you can't trust no bitch
Keep my eye for them high, and a motherfucker tune it out
Zulu's out, livin life homey, that's what it's all about
Bustin niggaz, dustin niggaz, fo' all out, respect
Sprayin niggaz down wit the tec, aww shit
Maintainin bangin me mad, still I do my thang
Fly my niggaz in stadium style, from the gang
Three-fifty-seven's, forty-fives, get the party live
Get the dumpin the niggaz that runnin for they lives
(FUCKER!) Me and my potnahs in the town, slang dick deep
Through twenty pieces, quarter pound to support the kings
Whatchu need is what we got
from the break you diss me to your favorite block
We be settin up shottin what's mine, tec wit a glock
To let you know, motherfucker that it don't stop
Makin bills for a quarter mill', this life we live is way to real
From hustin rock to fuckin bitches that's top knotch (biatch!)
This fast life made Shaq crazy, at actin outta control
To let you know-know what the fuck we rollin, ganja, ganja rolls
Swoopin through the streets to let you motherfuckers know (know) ..
[sung] .. that it's all about the money man
[Daz] Can't do nuttin without it
[sung] It's all about the money, money, money, money
[Daz] Yeah (??)
[sung] Said it's all about the money man
[Daz] Can't be cheap
[sung] Said it's all about the money, money, money, money
[Daz] Yeah, yeah, yeah
[sung] Said it's all about the money man
[Daz] Money, money, cash money
[sung] Said it's all about the money, money, money, money
[Daz] Cash scrilla
[sung] Said it's all about the money man
[Daz] Can't be cheap
[sung] Said it's all about the money, money, money, money
[Daz] Money, money
[Outro - Daz]
Yeah, keep your motherfuckin head up and watch yo' back
Cause everywhere you go some nigga out there tryin to, jack on yo' ass
Y'knahI'msayin? Ain't nuttin nice about these streets, y'knahmsayin?
Every G out there for they selves, that's how it goes down, y'know?
So y'all check game, peep game so y'all understand
It's all about that money mayn, that chedder y'knahmsayin?
Kurupt:
Yeah
Nobody pour out the eggnog and Hennessey
Hahaha
(Merry Christmas)
Daz:
(I wish I had love)
This goes out to all my homeboys out there locked down
(I wish I had love)
I said I was remembering
(I wish I had love)
Throughout my life as a child
My mama covered me with blessings
Thanking God for another day
Bringin' love and the presents
But who cares about us homeless people?
God do (God do)
Don't be stingy, give a little
Cause He love you (He love you)
It's been a long time coming could say
For this day
Fulfilling dreams is the kid
For the Christmas that I never enjoyed a year
Spread love to my homeboys locked down in the pen
Spread love to my homies that passed that I won't see again
Enemies are friends
It's Christmas time let us join hands
Every woman, every man, across every land
What's the solution for your 9-7 resolution?
Is it love or hate
Time's running out on the youth
Kurupt:
I'm in the middle
In the rapture
In the mixture
Clear as daylight
It's painted clearer than a picture
I get my focus like a lens
I start visionin' all my friends, mansions and ends
Now when I was eighteen
It would seem
Thoughts of a teen wouldn't prevail
But, I'm thinkin', oh well
That's life
And I'm a be a G (that's right)
But for what I see
The war's closer to me
Wanted to be what I be
Have what I have
Write what I write
With my pen and my pad
Ain't nobody want to take what I make
(That's on me)
And don't nobody make what I make
(That's on me)
.38 covered with the chrome plate
(That's on me)
Realize, open your eyes
Who's the real homies now?
Daz:
I wish I had love (2x)
Growing up all alone, I wish I had love
Every Christmas without a gift, I wish I had love
I give love to all my homies, wish they had love
Every day upon on the block, I wish I had love
I wish I had love (2x)
(Say what, say what)
Now as I lay myself to sleep at night
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
So I can try to do right
There's no one else that I can turn to
I'm asking a favor, oh, just this once
Oh, Jesus Christ, Lord I'm asking you
Please help me out cause this my last days
Cause if I die today I'm going to hell
And I'd lead the way
That I want to live my life, see
I'm having a few simple problems
And good one who could help me
I've done a lot of crazy things in my day
Being Mr. Scrooge on Christmas
Out there really trying to get paid
Now I know that was the wrong move
Please forgive me for my sins
And that's what I'm asking you
I read the bible to keep the tune of what you say
But this the first time in nineteen years that I ever prayed
To be straight up and be serious
I believe in you, God
My mom says you work miracles
Kurupt:
I came from a small city called Philly
My cousin Brian just passed
The homie Kel-L just passed
Time's movin' too fast
I wonder will I last
Glory in the world
With less drugs and cash
And I'm caught up
But this ain't the way I was brought up
Now I have doubts
What's that all about?
Now we smoke weed
Now we get high
And I don't have answers when my momma asks why
Why, why, why?
Why do I do what I do when I
Feel kind of low and I'm on top of the sky
I'm my own enemy
With no energy to try
I stopped along the middle of the trail
Waiting to inhale and exhale
Instead of waiting to excel
Now, when I was eighteen
It would seem
Thoughts of a teen wouldn't prevail
But, I'm thinking, oh well
I wish I had love (5x)
Daz:
I wish I had love
All the needy kids alive, wish they had love
All the kids with disease, wish they had love
To all the bums on my corner, wish they had love
To the whole worldwide, I wish we had love
Wish I had love (2x)
And this goes out to the world, both sides
Death Row wants to say, "Merry Christmas"
And we out
(Tis the season to be jolly)
Dogg Pound Gangstas
Suge Knight, thanks for givin' Dogg Pound love
Death Row, thanks for givin' Dogg Pound love
Kurupt and Daz, Snoop Dogg, we be givin' love
Every day on the corner we be givin' love
All my homies in the corner we be giving love
Giving it up to all my homies , wish I had love
Every day and every night, I wish I had love
Thank God for shedding light on my life
I guess I have love
Kurupt:
Christmas time
It's time for chillin', you know what I mean
Daz:
Not killin'
So let's make it to see '98
And to all my homeboys in the pen (all the homies)
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
And we out
[Chorus - Daz Dillinger] 2x
All my niggas won't you Crip with me
All my bitches won't you Crip with me
If you ain't Crippin, you my e-ne-my
Everybody won't you Crip with me
[Daz]
Awwww!
Emcees I assassinate
Don't play no games, don't procrastinate
Got my homeboy Slip, playin 'round with the clip
Ready to slap a bitch, and poppin' off at the lip
Whatchu want somethin', get my gauge and pop somethin
Quick to pull it out, clop ka-pop-pop somethin
What the fuck all y'all niggas want to know about the Gang
Actin like y'all niggas ain't really knew my name
Nigga you see, we gangstas, hearts and all
Let it spark, get the niggas through the dark and all
See 'em all runnin through the parkin lot
Give a fuck homeboys cuz we sparks it off
I'm a R.A.W. dog assassin from the D.P.G.
And I'll be one precious and duchess emsee
When ya catch us in the cut and ya lookin like what
Best believe it be Daz and that nigga Kurupt
We got it all locked down cuz you ain't hittin no mo'
Washed up, what the fuck, you ain't hittin no mo'
The radical, dramatical assassin, my gat is askin
To motherfuckin blast it, stretch like elastic
Now you been a has been, took out the game
Ran smack dead into a train, motherfucker
And gettin busy like an everyday thing
Long Beach, Eastside insane, motherfucker
[Chorus - Daz] 2x
[Kurupt]
Ske-daddle, emcees, well these two ranest terrorists
Pterodactyl overlookin the plains, off a propane flame
Stickin niggas paraputic, poetical, we theraputic
Emcees propurized, punished, and executed
Don't say I shoot, homeboy shooted
You up against the grizzly, cuz McKenzie
I'm on a friend, ain't nothin fun or friendly
I'm headed to where your friends be, yea motherfucker
You wanna bust it in or off the head motherfucker
You heard what I said motherfucker
Yea Kurupt, what the fuck, kidnappin 'em duck
[Daz]
Niggas like you don't make it over here
Where it's all about your heart and the clothes you wear
[Kurupt]
I move out this bitch at the age of sixteen
Got my first M-16 at eighteen
First thing I knew was 11-8 gangstas
Then don't ya know, moved by the 6-0's
Ya ever got quoted, well I did nigga
Quoted on by, ?, Embart, and Harthone
In this land we in homie it's all about stripes
The fool thinkin a nigga settle down with kids and a wife
Fuck a bitch homie, but I warned you homeboy
You can't beat on 'em in California, they'll call the cops on ya
Born in the illy philly Philadel
When from Sheltoe and Dekes to heat and Canishel
When from rhymin on the block, to mini-macks and knots
The macks, petas, mini-mags, and glocks, motherfucker
[Chorus - Daz] 2x
[Daz]
Oh yea, we are most definately in effect
Right about now
Dogg Pound gangstas
Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz
Pushin all them other suckers to the side
All the niggas ran out on us
Shit, we're soundin dope, we right here
Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz {*toilet flushes*}
Took five years to digest this shit
Komm schon, bitte, bitte sag mir doch,
wie heißt die Band, die die Party rockt?
Deichkind („Deichkind.“) Toll, woher weißt du das?
Hat dir vielleicht jemand Bescheid gesagt?
(B: Ja, da drüben der Typ an der Bar.)
Kann das vielleicht sein, dass es Philipp war?
Philipp:
Klar, ich sag Hallo und schüttel euch das Handgelenk,
euch zu sehen ist wirklich angenehm, wo bleibt mein Stammgetränk?
Ich kann nur sagen, ich bin wirklich zufrieden,
denn ihr werdet das Gedudel lieben und 'ne ruhige Kugel schieben.
Ey Malte, wo bist du geblieben, wo warst du bloß?
Hast du noch nicht gemerkt, jetzt geht die Party los.
Malte:
Auch wenn ich auf dem Tanzparkett kein' dicken Blunt ansteck'
bring' ich euch trotz dissen die entspannten Raps.
Lehn' dich zurück, genieß' die Live-Show.
Wollt ihr den Namen nennt mich Mr. Stylo!
Das rappende Weißbrot legt gleich los.
Ich komm mit Philipp und Buddy im Beiboot.
Die Crew, die mehr burnt als 'n Solarium,
Buddy reich mir mal bitte den Bacardi Rum.
Break: Philipp
Komm schon, bitte, bitte sag mir doch,
wie heißt die Band, die die Party rockt?
(„Deichkind.“) Toll, woher weißt du das?
Hat dir vielleicht jemand Bescheid gesagt?
(M: Ja, da drüben der Typ an der Bar.)
Kann das vielleicht sein, dass es Buddy war?
Buddy:
Klar, Buddy trank die Camparis rasanti auf der Halligalli Party.
Mich beflügelt ein wunderbarer Hit,
der Cujamaraspliff, der mal etwas anders ist.
Ihr hört die müden Typen die samtweich klingen,
komm' Philipp lass uns mal das Tanzbein schwingen.
(P: Drei Typen mit 'ner Macke inner völlig schrägen Nacht.)
Ey, Philipp, warum rappst du eigentlich so?
Philipp:
Ja, weil der Scheiß mich träge macht.
In der Regel lach' ich drüber, weil wir über Stil verfügen.
Ich wünsch' euch 'n schönen Abend und viel Vergnügen.
Ich frag euch welche Crew das Haus derbe rockt.
(„Deichkind?“) Und zwar vom Dachboden bis zum Erdgeschoss.
Und bist du schwer geschockt wird's Zeit sich einen zu genehmigen,
Buddy mach mal weiter ich hab hier noch was zu erledigen.
Break: Buddy
Komm schon, bitte, bitte sag mir doch,
wie heißt die Band, die die Party rockt.
(„Deichkind.“) Toll, woher weißt du das?
Hat dir vielleicht jemand Bescheid gesagt?
(P: Ja, da drüben der Typ an der Bar.)
Kann das vielleicht sein, dass es Malte war?
Malte:
Klar, ich bin hier am Start und bring den dicken Shit,
bitte nicke mit dem Beat und bring gleich deine Clique mit.
Ihr habt schon mitgekriegt, ich bin heut' hippelig.
(Philipp: Entspann dich, Digger!) Philipp, ich bitte dich.
Macht euch bereit für den maximum Chill.
Den neuen Track von Malte,... (B: ...Buddy...)
Deichkind {P: ...und Phil.}
Buddy:
Aus der Hansestadt sind ziemlich angesagt.
(P: Oh, wieso das denn jetzt?)
Ey, Digger, was geht ab?
Was glaubst du denn, wen du vor dir hast?
Zieh dir den Beat rein, Mann und dann Bon Voyage.
Wir sind anders drauf, so wie 'ne Panzerfaust.
Der Beat macht Boom Boom und dann ist alles aus.
Wir brechen die Herzen der stolzesten Frauen.
(M: Mit den fertigsten Schnacks.) {P: Und den prolligsten Sounds.}
Outro: Malte
Komm schon, bitte, bitte sag mir doch,
wie heißt die Band, die die Party rockt.
(„Deichkind.“) Toll, woher weißt du das?
Hat dir vielleicht jemand Bescheid gesagt?
(B: Hat dir vielleicht jemand Bescheid gesagt?)
(P: Hat dir vielleicht jemand Bescheid gesagt?)
Hat dir vielleicht jemand Bescheid gesagt?
(B: Hat dir vielleicht jemand Bescheid gesagt?)
Alle Hat dir vielleicht jemand Bescheid gesagt?
{B: Hat dir vielleicht jemand Bescheid gesagt?)
Immer wenn du mich allein lässt, bin ich hier und du t weit weg.
Ich zweifel ob sich das Gerede lohnt am Telefon. Rede schon! Rede schon!
Immer wenn du mich allein lässt, bin ich hier und du t weit weg.
Weiss nicht ob sich das Gerede lohnt am Telefon. Sag 'n Ton! Rede schon!
Rede schon!
Erster Rhyme: Philipp
Ich seh dich schlafen, wenn ich nachts nach Hause komm', dich wecken mag ich
nicht.
Wenn du zur Arbeit gehst, dann schlafe ich.
Wir sehen uns nie bei Tageslicht, selten bei Nacht.
Dass der Job mich so ausfüllt hätte ich selber nie gedacht.
Dass ich dich vermiss', wenn ich am Mikrofon sprech'
und wochenlang auf Tour bin sieht man an der Telefonrechnung.
Auch wenn ich dir öfter mal auf der Tasche hock',
versteh' mich bitte, ich hab kein Bock auf Spackenjobs.
Ich hab den Kram den ganzen Tag im Kopf, von morgens abends
und wenn ich einschlaf quälen mich sorgende Fragen,
die mir den Schädel kneten, sitz' fest wie mit Knebelverträgen
und sehne mich nach 'm geregelten Leben.
Stattdessen sitz ich hier und schnack' den Akku leer,
wünscht du mir 'ne gute Nacht sag ich nur: Danke sehr.
Denn du t weit weg, mach jetzt bitte kein Stress
ich weiss jetzt Jammern hätte sowieso hier kein Zweck.
(Refrain: Bintia)
Zweiter Rhyme: Malte
Also, ich pack jetzt meine Sachen und werde dich alleine lassen.
Hier 'n schen Ruhm und da 'n schen Scheine machen.
Muss dafür auf Achse gehen wie Truckfahrer.
Ich mal dir zum Abschied 'n Gruss mit Wachsmaler
auf 'n Badezimmerspiegel. Du musst jetzt für die Kinder sorgen
und die Heizung auf fünf drehen an kalten Wintermorgen.
Ich welz' mich im Nightliner lass das Licht brennen
und kann dann nicht pennen wenn ich an dein Gesicht denk.
Doch wenn nicht auf die Bühne, wo soll ich sonst hin.
Ich gehör nicht zu den Typen die mit zwanzig vom Balkon springen.
Deine Eltern sind auf einem Tennisturnier
du machst eine Party - wie nett von dir
Impulsive Menschen, kennen keine Grenzen
Schmeiß die Möbel aus dem Fenster,
wir brauchen Platz zum dancen
Yippie Yippie Yeah Yippie Yeah
Krawall und Remmidemmi
Yippie Yippie Yeah Yippie Yeah
Krawall und Remmidemmi
Yippie Yippie Yeah Yippie Yeah
Krawall und Remmidemmi
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Ein bisschen Gold und Silber, ein bisschen Glitzer Glitzer
Habt ihr nichts zu Fressen hier? Ich will Pizza.
Deine Mutter hat gesagt: "Tragt nicht soviel Dreck rein"
Auf dem Foto in der Küche sieht sie aus wie Katja Ebbstein.
Yippie Yippie Yeah Yippie Yeah
Krawall und Remmidemmi
Yippie Yippie Yeah Yippie Yeah
Krawall und Remmidemmi
Yippie Yippie Yeah Yippie Yeah
Krawall und Remmidemmi
Yippie Yippie Yeah Yippie Yeah
Krawall und Remmidemmi
Wir tanzen auf den Tischen, die Stimmung ist beschissen.
Ich will nackt sein - im Pool kann man sich erfrischen
Die Boxen von deinem Vater nehm ich mit in die Sauna
ich mach ein Aufguß mit der Hausbar und dann dreh ich lauter.
Yippie Yippie Yeah Yippie Yeah
Krawall und Remmidemmi
Yippie Yippie Yeah Yippie Yeah
Krawall und Remmidemmi
Yippie Yippie Yeah Yippie Yeah
Krawall und Remmidemmi
Yippie Yippie Yeah Yippie Yeah
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Spieß mal nicht so rum, ey
Wir wollen nur was erleben
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