Was glaubst du? English translation
von Chakuza feat. Sprachtot
Was glaubst du? Lyrics Übersetzung
Speech dead: I get up in the morning and fight against the daily dirt
My streets are gray, we're not covered with ivy
Of course I put myself above rappers
No, I beat up rappers
Strain weights up
Look at me I'm physically better
I'll take what I have to, in Mannheim it's necessary
My heart hurts
Mama's still sleeping on a couch
I don't talk around
I'll come and kill you
You used to talk a lot, but now you're dumb ass
street tattoo
Bald like a hooligan
physique like bear and so i smack your gay fans
I'm hectic in your neighborhood like I'm on speed
Chakuza good boy from Mannheim to Berlin
2x This is fist in your face
Who do you Think You Are?
In my eyes you are nothing like the women on the street
That's fist in your face
Who do you Think You Are?
You'll be fucked non-stop like the women on the street
Chakuza: Brother come with your gang Yippie Kye Yippie Kyo
You don't understand anything, I'm telling you so hippie bang until hippie dead
I tell you so you are a crass punker
Punker you've got dirt on your ass
Man punker your mom fits the thong only in extra large
You want Theater Partner pull the string quickly
Man and you see bums your father is the song singer of Pur
Look, you want war and build a castle out of sand
Ey no you build a castle out of sand
Damn I draw more lines through my head man than all of Rotterdam
I pick up the Glock and shoot
You toy need a hiding place
You make peace
Shake hands MCs because German rap stays whack
And that's more than a pile of dirt
Because I want cash and bare gas
I already feel like a star if I don't sleep on the street anymore
2x This is fist in your face
Who do you Think You Are?
In my eyes you are nothing like the women on the street
That's fist in your face
Who do you Think You Are?
You'll be fucked non-stop like the women on the street
Dead of speech: You lousy dog it seems as if God would punish you
Chakuza: you pull the coke, it doesn't matter man you can't sleep
Dead of speech: Bring me your offerings, act quickly, act now
Chakuza: Because here comes the man who also presses the action in handcuffs
Dead of speech: Fuck legal goods financed with drug money
Chakuza: What do you weirdo want here, in this world death comes very quickly
Dead of speech: You are a freak on muscle mass but you are a line
Chakuza: And if I then give you a boom, the bulkheads are tight
Speech dead: rappers call imploringly and ask us for an audience
Chakuza: You only see a car in your dreams, look, I'll buy the Benz
Dead of speech: get out of the Benz and you birds throw looks at me
Chakuza: You're not cool anymore, get on a chair and tighten the ropes
2x This is fist in your face
Who do you Think You Are?
In my eyes you are nothing like the women on the street
That's fist in your face
Who do you Think You Are?
You'll be fucked non-stop like the women on the Strich.ch
My streets are gray, we're not covered with ivy
Of course I put myself above rappers
No, I beat up rappers
Strain weights up
Look at me I'm physically better
I'll take what I have to, in Mannheim it's necessary
My heart hurts
Mama's still sleeping on a couch
I don't talk around
I'll come and kill you
You used to talk a lot, but now you're dumb ass
street tattoo
Bald like a hooligan
physique like bear and so i smack your gay fans
I'm hectic in your neighborhood like I'm on speed
Chakuza good boy from Mannheim to Berlin
2x This is fist in your face
Who do you Think You Are?
In my eyes you are nothing like the women on the street
That's fist in your face
Who do you Think You Are?
You'll be fucked non-stop like the women on the street
Chakuza: Brother come with your gang Yippie Kye Yippie Kyo
You don't understand anything, I'm telling you so hippie bang until hippie dead
I tell you so you are a crass punker
Punker you've got dirt on your ass
Man punker your mom fits the thong only in extra large
You want Theater Partner pull the string quickly
Man and you see bums your father is the song singer of Pur
Look, you want war and build a castle out of sand
Ey no you build a castle out of sand
Damn I draw more lines through my head man than all of Rotterdam
I pick up the Glock and shoot
You toy need a hiding place
You make peace
Shake hands MCs because German rap stays whack
And that's more than a pile of dirt
Because I want cash and bare gas
I already feel like a star if I don't sleep on the street anymore
2x This is fist in your face
Who do you Think You Are?
In my eyes you are nothing like the women on the street
That's fist in your face
Who do you Think You Are?
You'll be fucked non-stop like the women on the street
Dead of speech: You lousy dog it seems as if God would punish you
Chakuza: you pull the coke, it doesn't matter man you can't sleep
Dead of speech: Bring me your offerings, act quickly, act now
Chakuza: Because here comes the man who also presses the action in handcuffs
Dead of speech: Fuck legal goods financed with drug money
Chakuza: What do you weirdo want here, in this world death comes very quickly
Dead of speech: You are a freak on muscle mass but you are a line
Chakuza: And if I then give you a boom, the bulkheads are tight
Speech dead: rappers call imploringly and ask us for an audience
Chakuza: You only see a car in your dreams, look, I'll buy the Benz
Dead of speech: get out of the Benz and you birds throw looks at me
Chakuza: You're not cool anymore, get on a chair and tighten the ropes
2x This is fist in your face
Who do you Think You Are?
In my eyes you are nothing like the women on the street
That's fist in your face
Who do you Think You Are?
You'll be fucked non-stop like the women on the Strich.ch
Writer(s): Peter Pangerl, Dj Stickle, Sprachtot Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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