Cheers [English translation]

They play my sh*t in the club

And kids say, we're the flyest of the city

Yeah, ey yo, sike, what's up?

Let the corks pop again, cuz the sh*t worked

I have loads of loose easy godtight double ryhmes

Against that, you dont come from your spot like a hole in a tire

Or with broken legs, i could even ryhme drunk

Would suck, but it'd be enough, cuz i know they top yours

Another line, okay, one or maybe a second

I dont care, im dropping ryhmes, until the last idiot cries

And rappers want to kill me, they've been searching for a while

No problem, you'll find me on google under " dope shit " ou, ah, but call me Cro

If i go to jail, then cuz of killer-flows

Yup, i've always been dope, you are ???

But when i build things, even J Dilla says wow

Cuz i make tired hearts beat again

I drink the bottle empty like there's a message in it

But if im not rapping, im partying with a model

They play my sh*t in the club

And kids say, we're the flyest of the city

Yeah, ey yo, sike, what's up?

Let the corks pop again, cuz the sh*t worked

They play my sh*t in the club

And kids say, we're the flyest of the city

Yeah, ey yo, sike, what's up?

Let the corks pop again, cuz the sh*t worked

And your homies go out and waste weed (drug)

In the meantime im at home, writing big parts

And if i go out in the evening, i attract bitches

As if i hit the jackpot for the third time

Ah, all hands up, when i please

As if this were a bankrobbery and im the guy with a thick gun

Cruisin through the city with a Benz instead of in the Bahn (train)

Since i can remember, i wanted to have a car like that

Ah, step back, dude, im up

Time for fresh wind, cuz this game is full of Veteran

And thats why im in my room every day

Record a whole tape and start from the beginning

Im crazy, buaaah, and a wellknown Genius

Record a hit and you dance to that beat

And back then i thought, dude, when she sees me

Today, one look's enough and she's head over heels