Hot game, then I vomit on dance floors Automatic, full blood, what should it cost? FFM, main station on underground courses Tiefhäuser, city center, this is the concrete jungle Mother already pulled me a suit, no one is younger I murder live, no ***, was too young Fair play, no money in the pocket Don't ask me about the time, no matter how late Blanco and I only have hits for you Pfffuh Bounce, bounce, bounce on the Konsti Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce Dance on the Konsti Whip in the hockey style, Gopnik Still the same brother, back then he had a demo Now my ass is in the limo, because I'm here *** symbol, international, from the Kranich Your basement, middle finger, Figi, Krippo Late checkout, enough cackout, I think your slut Smoked on my bed, seeskatt is in the house All the boys are show, his car, his house And casinos are sold Jiggy Jiggy, how much do your spare ribs cost? Ey, Kettenhorst, white trash, uh uh Until deep in the morning You have the yowl yowl from the farm The studios burn, your *** burns Yowl through the night, ha ha Turn it up in front of the block, scream through the yard Drive past Scheyer, she's in front Push it, give gas, turn it up, play it loud No more of the rumbling sound, me too And run our tour, now buy Relaxation, tree, in the joint, like a tree I'm good on it, mirror looks good Nobody has anything against it, when I *** in the club I need the air out, give out, pick up women Go on, the sound sits deep in the bench and the belly I have what you need Watch out, Madrid Watch out for what you spit out Black blue magic, hip I can imagine, that's ideal Trio, boss and patty And for all of you who don't know Talk to your brother, he'll surprise you Madrid, Madrid Bounce on the Konzi Bounce on the Konzi I bounce on the Konzi Bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce on the Konzi Whip in the hockey style, Gopnik Whip in the hockey style, Gopnik No matter from which quarter I always make it, what you build All ciao, that's how it looks Oh, I carry bullets in my barrel No matter from which quarter Your brothers pump it up Ghetto sound, Nemo on the belly All in and out All in and out