Song Kollegah – Rotlichtsonate Lyrics English

[Intro]


Yes,


warmly welcome


Is it an intro again or something? (Yeah)


You bitch, yeah

[Part]


Above stacked cash even more stacked cash


Frederik, go, stack the cash!


And bring the table setting for the evening banquet.


Otherwise you could go straight for it like on my marble parquet

Hello Germany! I’m not feeling bad at all


I was turned off from the game, kept myself covered for a few years


Strolling around swan lakes my daily business


consisted of tours and taxis like an aristocratic family for too long

I was withdrawn like a Flitzebogen


Nothing going on, just kids the top at the top


Daddy is back, I raise ‘this freak


look’ menacingly, strict father’s appointments like pizza delivery

kid, rap is now a side profit


Still a tape according to an old pattern that sifts through your skull


Again Jayjo music, the old stereotype that


shines like a through atmosphere Meteorite

You are the son of a whore


You claim that your mother is a lady, oh, no,


a whore Her son is also a whore


She asks: “Boss, what are you doing?” A son, you whore


In my castle the moonlight illuminates the hallways

If the butler is looking for me, he follows the coke-white tracks on all four.


Step in startled with a dust-covered mic


And says: “End, boss, with tennis, golf and boat trips!

Outside they demand: ‘But burst the land ma’! ‘”


Seriously, I thought the proposal was hammered like in a tool


storage room Wrote a few perverse flows by the candlestick flame, bursting hoes


The boss is at most more tolerant of pain

Your disgraceful mom, the one for Credit plowing


in the shabby brothel, where my letter flickers


I am doing bloodbath massacre (Drr), stormy weather

action perforating whore daughters like a thirst-quenching packet


Let the throwing knives hit (Whu), one blow, followed by twisting kicks


Hard combinations like my combination lock on the safe , Kid

This is mafia boss aesthetics (Ey), Labrador in a cage


Melancholy Mula count in the evening sun


Still street pharmacists, still king in the street

Still fingers in the game like the dentist from The Game


Still keeping punks at bay like Dragunow rifles


Otherwise they dance around like party hoes at raves


In my life, I often rely on Kalashnikova rain

instead of spas that just talk – no, I despise your scene


Yo, my name is Kollegah, I am a hobby pusher.


Read Tolstoy in a Rolls-Royce and fuck your mother (bitch)


this one Rappers and their fashion brand fetish,

unfortunately, I don’t check my drug jargon like the cops,


I come red-light godfather- like , dominant gestures


And the birds buckle faster than origami swans

Do you make club hits for small children? (Tze)


I stab you on the chest with my index finger No more


shit,

every idiot who gets a


roll can do crazy rap. Suddenly unknown cocks come out of their holes – Glory Hole’s


pimp tape when I come with you Uzi


Are there bloody feuds like with your tampon, you pussy

Typical ratata again, lyrical massacre


The rest only makes fake streams like my artificial waterfall


Let the blood splash like purple rivers


Then briefly wipe the hallway and the blood stains destroy

( And then?) Yes, nothing, the boss Hood short stories


are like his luxury stream wristband – there is ruckzuck cracked down


Kid, new Murder Case

Tick ‘Purple Haze, which blows away the brain, like Kurt Cobain


Bottom Shirt AKs, chic’ in the red light your girl out


since called it ” Blow’n until burnout “as with Birthday-Cakes (Ey)


Back in the old pimp style

OG, but so fresh, as if I were Rookie of the Year


Don’t pretend to be a witness, kid, you’re a friendly joint stoner


bitch, the boss is back like the 90s

[Hook]


Skyline shines on the City (City)


Hustle to the death, just like Nipsey (Nipsey)


Big Dreams and the circle stays small


Either your enemy gives in or you fuck him

At some point it’s over (-by), over ( -bei)


Death is prophesied for gangsters


But it’s not over yet (-bei), over


As long as the red light shines on the TEC-9