Kugeln im Colt English translation
von Fard

1000 dreams come true through the white dust particles
Take a puff through your nose and my magic potion works
Make the money of my life and some bad jokes about women
I'm here to make money, fuck nice moments
I see all the girls dancing, elegant as elephants
These fat cats suck, but bring endless cash
Fucki-ficki for a cocktail, the same sluts everywhere
Feel like Shakira as they dance in circles
She's pretty, but she's broke and wants a free sample
Her tits are so fake as are the brand pants
She does everything I want for a nose and a few pills
Hookers become a few mindless zombies for clerks
But I don't care, because I didn't intend to stay anyway
Break up and text the club owner that we'll write tomorrow
After all, I'm number one in his disco here
That means doing fifty-fifty, there's nothing to discuss


I got everything you want, dope, whores, success
Kilos of colorful bills and gold watches
A Benz in camouflage and six bullets in the Colt
Today you and tomorrow me, it doesn't matter, brother, what the heck?
I got everything you want, dope, whores, success
Kilos of colorful bills and gold watches
A Benz in camouflage and six bullets in the Colt
Villa today, jail tomorrow, it doesn't matter, brother, what the heck?

Run home through the alley, only the wind accompanies me
It doesn't matter who you know here, I'll make you eat shit
This swamp is full of snakes, no one bites the anaconda
I was already dribbling like Maradona at the age of 13
I curse your values ​​and I fuck your rules
Nobody would care if they weren't so expensive
If they weren't so expensive, I mean my new Yeezys
Don't watch out for a moment and run straight into two fucking Zivis
He asks for my ID, unfortunately I don't have one with me
And I also explain to him that I don't have time for that either
But he knows he's right and wants me to empty his pockets
That moment when you know you screwed up
He smiles to himself and takes all the money from me
Because he knows that I make all the money with the drugs
I have no arguments and he takes everything from me
Not because he's much stronger, but because he has the gun


I got everything you want, dope, whores, success
Kilos of colorful bills and gold watches
A Benz in camouflage and six bullets in the Colt
Today you and tomorrow me, it doesn't matter, brother, what the heck?
I got everything you want, dope, whores, success
Kilos of colorful bills and gold watches
A Benz in camouflage and six bullets in the Colt
Villa today, jail tomorrow, it doesn't matter, brother, what the heck?

The cop let me go, I got another bell
You stupid shit Kanake, don't make the wave now
I gritted my teeth because I didn't want any problems
Better a slap in the face than remand and a report
That's fine with me, it's just a business for me
And we don't give a damn about trouble with the law
Rule number one: you can't trust anyone
Hierarchy is everything like in an anthill
You need some good guys who believe in your cause
Who can shut up if they run into a trap
Politicians and judges, I swear you can buy them all
Rule number two: Never smoke the shit yourself
Yeah, never pull the poop yourself
Rule number three: better not play godfather
Be friendly but matter-of-fact and don't talk about pride
Because modesty is and remains the way to success
Come home, take a step through the front door
Mama cries every night, that's the price
All the grief and worries that keep Mama from sleeping
On the hunt for madness

I got everything you want, dope, whores, success
Kilos of colorful bills and gold watches
A Benz in camouflage and six bullets in the Colt
You today and me tomorrow, it doesn't matter, brother, what the heck?
I got everything you want, dope, whores, success
Kilos of colorful bills and gold watches
A Benz in camouflage and six bullets in the Colt
Villa today, jail tomorrow, it doesn't matter, brother, what the heck?