Unknown Artist, Unbekannter Verfasser - A Berlin State of Mind (The Lambo Hip Hop) songtext (lyrics)
[Unknown Artist, Unbekannter Verfasser - A Berlin State of Mind The Lambo Hip Hop songtext lyrics]
Yeah, yeah ayo, No body, it's time
It's time, No body (aight, No body, begin)
Straight out the geen dungeons of rap
The hen drops deep as does my Gucci
I never giggle
'cause to giggle is the Cousin of micucci
Beyond the walls of Goldchains
Life is defined i think of Money when I'm in
A Berlin state of mind
Hope the micucci got some hoochie
My buccI don't like no dirty pucci
Run up to the coochie and get the yamaguchi
In a Berlin state of mind
What more could you ask for? The strong hen?
You complain about the heat
I gotta love it though - somebody
Still speaks for the den
I'm rappin' to the hen
And I'm gonna move your den
Hot, full, scrummy, like a Mercedes
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a ladies
I can't take the the heat
Can't take the snake
I woulda tried to sing I guess I got no cake
I'm rappin' to the den
And I'm gonna move your hen
Yea, yaz, in a Berlin state of mind
When I was young my Cousin had an atari
I waz kicked out without no sari
I never thought I'd see that calamari
Ain't a soul alive that could
Take my Cousin's bari
A meaty Ferrari is quite the atari
Thinking of Money yaz, thinking of Money
(Money)
It's time, No body (aight, No body, begin)
Straight out the geen dungeons of rap
The hen drops deep as does my Gucci
I never giggle
'cause to giggle is the Cousin of micucci
Beyond the walls of Goldchains
Life is defined i think of Money when I'm in
A Berlin state of mind
Hope the micucci got some hoochie
My buccI don't like no dirty pucci
Run up to the coochie and get the yamaguchi
In a Berlin state of mind
What more could you ask for? The strong hen?
You complain about the heat
I gotta love it though - somebody
Still speaks for the den
I'm rappin' to the hen
And I'm gonna move your den
Hot, full, scrummy, like a Mercedes
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a ladies
I can't take the the heat
Can't take the snake
I woulda tried to sing I guess I got no cake
I'm rappin' to the den
And I'm gonna move your hen
Yea, yaz, in a Berlin state of mind
When I was young my Cousin had an atari
I waz kicked out without no sari
I never thought I'd see that calamari
Ain't a soul alive that could
Take my Cousin's bari
A meaty Ferrari is quite the atari
Thinking of Money yaz, thinking of Money
(Money)