A-A-Aribeatz Hola, hola, Jackie-Coca-Cola (ah) 12k Gage in Dollar, Dollar Fick Pocahontas, tick Koka en masse (wuh) Dreihundert Km/h, choya, Vollgas (Gas) Rolex Chronograph, Canada Goose Ahlan wa sahlan Salam an Boef Geh niemals ran, wenn mein Manager ruft (brra) Flucht in die Heimat, SEK sucht (wuh, wuh) Ah, check die Montblanc (wuh) Badboy für immer wie Sean Combs (ja) Latte Macchiato und Croissants (pow) Amsterdam, Brüssel und London (ahh) Patek Philippe, Mann, Patek Philippe (pow, pow) Azet und ich sind die Straßenelite (wuh) Aló, Madame, hab andre Termine (aló, aló) Plötzlich fährt jeder die Maghrebischiene Hola, salam, treff meine Marokks in Rotterdam, in Rotterdam Salam, zücke die Gun, sie macht ba-ba-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam Salam, treff meine Marokks in Rotterdam, in Rotterdam Salam, zücke die Gun, sie macht ba-ba-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam Assif Madam, ich bin in Amsterdam (wuh, wuh) Hau zehn Mille auf den Kopf, tamam, tamam (pow, pow) Mamacita, komm mal ran an die Bar Kippe dreißig Liter, ich hab Massari da (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Okay, trink auf die Zeit, wo kein Geld für die Miete war (skrrt) Und ich mach dir kein'n Stress, Mama, nie wieder Ich bin ein Star und meine Ex sieht mich nie wieder KMN, la Familia (pow) Weg von der Fahrbahn, mein Outfit Prada Aus dem Marokkaner wurd kein Taxifahrer (pow, pow, pow) Narbe ist da, nenn mich Harry Potter Leben wie im Film à la Danny Glover Jeder ruft mich an, ich scheiß auf dein'n Businessplan (pow, pow) Aber bring mir etwas Eis von der Minibar (wuh, wuh) Ich muss ans Mic, keine Zeit für die Kritiker (skrrt) Und ich steig in den Siebener Hola, salam, treff meine Marokks in Rotterdam, in Rotterdam Salam, zücke die Gun, sie macht ba-ba-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam Salam, treff meine Marokks in Rotterdam, in Rotterdam Salam, zücke die Gun, sie macht ba-ba-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam Bam-bam-bam-bam (bam-bam-bam-bam) Bam-bam-bam-bam (bam-bam-bam-bam) Bam-bam-bam-bam (bam-bam-bam-bam) Hola, salam, treff meine Marokks in Rotterdam, in Rotterdam Salam, zücke die Gun, sie macht ba-ba-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam Salam, treff meine Marokks in Rotterdam, in Rotterdam Salam, zücke die Gun, sie macht ba-ba-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam

Ruin comes to beauty, almost inevitably And now this I see right here at home In the U.S.A things get worse each day I hope I'm not too late to pack my things and go Where I wanna be is not where you'd expect They have a place for me down on Nieuwe Binnenweg Is this real life or just the way I am I long for The Netherlands And I want to go, back Back to Rotterdam Never felt like a stranger, never felt in danger Ever since I came here I only felt at peace Back home some have to fight, yeah just to survive Why do they have to die instead of being free? I know someday the world will come to an end And I'm going to watch it burn from in another land Is this real life or just the way I am I long for The Netherlands And I want to go, back Back to Rotterdam I know someday the world will come to an end But I'm gonna watch it burn from in another land Is this real life Or just the way I am I long for The Netherlands Boys and I want to go, back Back to Rotterdam (Yeah) To Rotterdam Back to Rotterdam (Ooohh) Back to Rotterdam

Tôt le matin, la volaille nous piste Des mes-ar, des kils dans la poussette Équipe de sicar dans un Q7 2.40 on prend tout les risques Dans le rétro, on vesqui le fisc J'traîne avec bandits et mecs honnête On voit que tu veux gratter la causette Combien tu l'as touche? T'as un gros zen toi! J'fonce dans la noche à Rotterdam La Vida Dolce (Vida Dolce) Car un faux qui a lance-ba a causé le drame Depuis je fais que de trimer, je navigue dans la galère Je suis grave niya mais pourtant j'en ai pas l'air J'ai trop trimer, tu sais pas j'en ai dû faire 3arbi c'est danger, bientôt l'apogée Plus un pied dehors pour tchi faire Je m'en suis fait des ennemies et des frères J'en ai fait des ennuis, j'suis pas fier J'en ai causé du stress à ma mère J'y repense, j'en roule un dans ma sphère Je naviguais seul dans la tempête Trop niya, 3arbi c'est danger J'en connais beaucoup aimerait se ranger Toujours paro d'une nouvelle enquête 3arbi j'envoie que la qualité, je tourne d'en Paris white (J'tourne dans Paris white) Je navigue dans ma bouche un teh, j'monte à Rotterdam 3arbi j'envoie que la qualité, je tourne d'en Paris white Je navigue dans ma bouche un teh, j'monte à Rotterdam Je trime J'fais que khemem Ville Je barode dans la ville 2.40 dans le bolide (3arbi) Je fais que de khemem Ville Je barode dans la ville 2.40 dans le bolide J'racontes ma vie et celle de mes frères, tout les jours dans la renta 3arbi comme monarque, tout les jours ma gueule faut mes ous' Je navigue tard la nuit dans un moteur allemand, tu sais que j'ai fait les cent pas Et maintenant tu m'appelle le cous' Dieu est grand et toi tu m'fais le moldu Nos origines manque de mordant 3arbi a souvent l'esprit tendu Délaissé un Jumu'ah serein C'est comme un petit qui joue avec des seringues (C'est nwar) Que j'pillave, j'fais qu'enculer mes reins Rien qu'y font les braqueurs de terrain (Grrr) T'as des millions, t'es rien, t'es un terrien Dans ta tombe, tu crois que t'as ton oseille avec toi? (Même pas) J'envoie la pure mais malgré ça (Ils aiment pas) Je côtoie des ches-ri, ils étaient en Segpa 3arbi c'est trop chaud, les médias en sodo Violent pour la sono Je déboule comme un taureau Choquant comme si ça te réveille avec un saut d'eau Pour leur faire comprendre il me faudra plus qu'un loto Pour me faire entendre il faudra plus qu'un deux roues 3arbi j'envoie que la qualité, je tourne d'en Paris white (J'tourne dans Paris white) Je navigue dans ma bouche un teh, j'monte à Rotterdam 3arbi j'envoie que la qualité, je tourne d'en Paris white Je navigue dans ma bouche un teh, j'monte à Rotterdam Je trime J'fais que khemem Ville Je barode dans la ville 2.40 dans le bolide (3arbi) J'fais que de khemem Ville Je barode dans la ville 2.40 dans le bolide J'racontes ma vie et celle de mes frères, tout les jours dans la renta 3arbi comme monarque, tout les jours ma gueule faut mes ous' Je navigue tard la nuit dans un moteur allemand, tu sais que j'ai fait les cent pas Et maintenant tu m'appelle le cous

They could be fat or could be thin They could be black, they could be white Tell me who is knocking at the Knocking shop door tonight Not much a girl can do but open or close Those things are above doors Not much legs can do but open or close Those things are above us whores So imagine a mirror Bigger than the room it was placed in Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish They could be lonely or could be bust They could be tack, they could be real They do have feelings, but just right now I feel A feminine receptacle, that's just what I am Those things are above us whores Just the best target practice, for a misguided man Those things are above us whores So imagine a mirror Bigger than the room it was placed in Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish (Not much a girl can do) la la, la la (But open or close) ooh, la la la, la la la (Not much legs can do) da la (But open or close) Those things are above us whores (Not much a girl can do but open or close) Whores, whores, whores, whores (Not much legs can do but open or close) Those things are above us whores (Not much a girl can do but open or close)

(Ramones) They're forming in straight line They're going through a tight wind The kids are losing their minds The Blitzkrieg Bop They're piling in the back seat They're generating steam heat Pulsating to the back beat The Blitzkrieg Bop Hey ho, let's go Shoot 'em in the back now What they want, I don't know They're all reved up and ready to go They're forming in a straight line They're going through a tight wind The kids are losing their minds The Blitzkrieg Bop They're piling in the back seat They're generating steam heat Pulsating to the back beat The Blitzkrieg Bop Hey ho, let's go Shoot 'em in the back now What they want, I don't know They're all reved up and ready to go They're forming in a straight line They're going through a tight wind The kids are losing their minds The Blitzkrieg Bop They're piling in the back seat They're generating steam heat Pulsating to the back beat The Blitzkrieg Bop Hey ho, let's go Shoot 'em in the back now What they want, I don't know They're all reved up and ready to go The Blitzkrieg Bop The Blitzkrieg Bop The Blitzkrieg Bop

Everybody's talking at me I can't hear a word they're saying Only the echoes of my mind People stopping, staring I can't see their faces Only the shadows of their eyes I'm going where the sun keeps shining Through the pouring rain Going where the weather Suits my clothes Backing off of the Northeast wind And sailing on the summer breeze Tripping over the ocean Like a stone Oh, oh, whoa-oh Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh oh, oh-oh Oh, oh la-la la I'm going where the sun keeps shining Through the pouring rain Going where the weather Suits my clothes Backing off of the Northeast wind And sailing on the summer breeze Jumping over the ocean Like a stone (like a stone) Everybody's talking at me Ooh, ooh ooh-ooh ooh-ooh Whoa, whoa, whoa Hey Da, da, da

(Heaton/Rotheray) Like the contents of your handbag You don't know why it's there People ask you where you're heading You just answer "anywhere" We don't mean to be this vague It just happens that we are No-one asked us to elaborate We just shrug our shoulders and be And like the stories that just happened No-one thought of, no-one planned We could have ruled, we could have conquered Then we could have been a man We could be ex-husband We could be ex-wife But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life Alone, alone Half an hour is seven hours One day is several months Alone, alone A month is a calendar A year can be a decade spent Alone He knows "hello" in eighteen languages "I love you" in only one By the time he's got his phrase-book The chance is usually gone And we feel ourselves quite prepared But quite prepared for what We always took the lead Before we actually knew the plot And you can tell where we've been shopping By the bags beneath our eyes Make-up shoulders burden But the smile never lies We could be ex-husband We could be ex-wife But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life Alone, alone Half an hour is seven hours One day is several months Alone, alone A month is a calendar A year can be a decade spent Alone So empty at the airport You don't set off the doors We used to feel like chorus girls And now we feel like whores Hearts built like reservoirs Words built like dams Thoughts built like juggernauts Our actions built like prams And when the wind blows into our face We should be warmer and not colder Well, what price the charges On this cargo that we shoulder We could be ex-husband We could be ex-wife But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life Alone, alone Half an hour is seven hours One day is several months Alone, alone A month is a calendar A year can be a decade spent Alone And we only smoke when bored So we do two packs a day And we've lost the difference Between bored and lonely anyway