Fettes Brot - da draussen

English: 'fat bread' - out there


here the translation, I am sorry for my bad english skill ...

[Flash Müller]
You have not 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 nicer
than the three "Harros" from just before
raising 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 arctis
on 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 you
lose 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 store
but there is no thanking for this, there is respect!
Don't fear! This is just the future,
can you hear me?

[refrain]
Flash Müller builds a house for the new millenium
Where are my people out there?
Kaybee Baby plants a tree for the new millenium
Where 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 snobs
never 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 up
here comes the cork
Very good Morning to all the Philistines out there
First I spread some good advices
I set standards in competence and orderliness
because I bravly accelerate and properly kick asses, hey
Who when we not, Where when not here?
When when not now, how when not hard?
Even unkel Punkrock walks with a stick after our show
three little shiters run amok with a battering ram
Hamburg Hip Hip dinosaures, 92's year of manufacture, inivite to the nicer party
oh 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 couched
because they think our tape is good
the other farmers acetify like grape fruit
because 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 scream
Put a helmet on, span the muscles, put the gumshield in
just in case the whole country nods to our tape
it can be possible that fettes Brot sends you on the mat
Because you dumbass fall silent while I style like no other,
with chops as mumps on each further line
this is attractive art on which I still will file
Because everything has started like this
and we unfortunately exist a while
so, big guy think of a new start
cause even frozen ears start burning in our spin cycle
That's like it is, still if you can't handle the truth
we 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 moves
clubs need to place our gigs in bigger halls
After 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 direction
because we are still thirsty

[refrain]

Hey! Where are my people out there?
[all three]
Three Hamburgs with a monster bass
sit on the street and told you that
then the police came and aked "What else?"
Three Hamburgs with a contrabass


[The track is made on the melody of a nursery rhyme
called "Drei Chinesen mit dem Kontrabass".
That is why the last stanza is a bit strange
for non Germans, but every german will smile
hearing this stanza ;)

Search english-wikipedia for further Information.]

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