Fettes Brot - da draussen (with translation!)

Fettes Brot - da draussen English: 'fat bread' - out therehere the translation, I am sorry for my bad english skill ...[Flash Müller]You don't have the faintest idea.You just know it from hearsay.We are planning a lot,you can bet your life on that,or just ask Björn.cause' I rap for life!Can there be something nicerthan the three "Harros" from just beforeraising the level?The prejudices are disproved until the knot is broken.I've rarely heard something as stupid as this.Who takes his chance and follows me to the arctison which we burn you that you get discount in crematory...Cause my part blazes, yours sounds like moldered.We conquered the charts with styles,they are shining like polished.Holy moly!That's a bit thick!I come with pics like Kodak and am the man for all the keys.While I poke in my plates chest at home, I build the bomb and not some unloved crap.Many Diddls bait you by rat poison for many years,that can't happen to you when you pick the mic.So the wheat seperates from the chaff,how I like provoking youlose the shy of being stinginess cause we are new and the most wicked.Ship ahoy!"Now it's beating 13", you think of my handwork:Spin my joints out of the finest.you are filled by bright envy.Today produced things are checked in the storebut I don't want thanking for this, I want respect!Don't fear! This is just the future,can you hear me?[refrain]Flash Müller builds a house for the new milleniumWhere are my people out there?Kaybee Baby plants a tree for the new milleniumWhere are my people out there?Rektor Donz conceives a child for the new millenium(Attention!)Where are my people out there? Our fans are the biggest, the nicest, the most intellegent.Where are my people out there? [Rektor Donz]yeah, now you're getting your last chance by hip hop's son-in-law.Nothing is as usual, overrated snobsnever have been rested before. Raps par excellence,Rektor Donz is at the microphone.I am the last who goes while all the other walk,I am the last who says sth. while all the other talk,Sometimes the shit scares me:Many flasks can't be filled uphere comes the cork!Very good Morning to all the Philistines out thereFirst I spread some good advices I set standards in competence and orderlinessbecause I bravly accelerate and properly kick asses, heyWho when we not, Where when not here?When when not now, how when not hard?Even uncle Punkrock walks with a stick after our showthree little shiters run amok with a battering ramHamburg Hip Hip dinosaures, 92's year of manufacture, inivite to the nicer partyoh yeah, we do hard like Oliver Hardy (can't be translated ...)and risk a thick lip like Lollo Ferrari mouse just say "hip", just say "hop"just say "Fettes Brot, oh my god don't stop"!Just say who is this showtalent in the white shirt?For you it's Mr. Juted-out.[hervorragend means brilliant, but the word is splittet in the lyrics to Herr (mister) Vorragend(juted-out)][refrain][Kaybee Baby]The people are couchedbecause they think our tape is goodthe other farmers acetify like grape fruitbecause they surely know that blood glues on our dance floor because fettes Brot always hits where it hurts But calm down, dude, it's no reason to screamPut a helmet on, span the muscles, put the gumshield injust in case the whole country nods to our tapeit can be possible that fettes Brot sends you on the matBecause you dumbass fall silent while I style like no other,with chops as mumps on each further linethis is attractive art on which I still will fileBecause everything has started like thisand we unfortunately exist a whileso, big guy think of a new start cause even frozen ears start burning in our spin cycleThat's like it is, still if you can't handle the truthwe fill every place, where you, coward, get agoraphobia We pop corks everywhere, colleagues, we don't accept a difference, it's in all contracts!..and so that noone pushes, sweats and everyone movesclubs need to place our gigs in bigger hallsAfter producing a new track, performing it and playing up,we cause a unexpected sensation in every place.At our work everything moves and we don't change directionbecause we are still thirsty.[refrain]Hey! Where are my people out there? [all three]Three Hamburgs with a monster basssit on the street and told you thatthen the police came and aked "What else?"Three Hamburgs with a monster bass[The melody is based on the german nursery rhyme "Drei Chinesen mit dem Kontrabass", using trompetes instead of xylophone tones.That is why the last stanza is a bit strangefor non Germans, but every german will smilehearing this stanza ;)Search english-wikipedia for further Information.]

Channel: Music
Uploaded: November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am
Author: Tossek86

Length: 05:20
Rating: 4.88
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