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Family First

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[Part 1]
Sag dem Mittelstand „Au revoir!“, von Chicken zu Coq au vin
Pardon, garçon, mein Mousse au Chocolat
Fontänen und Feuerwerk, and the winner is
Sie mein’n immer dich, wenn du Herr Schindler bist
Ich mach’ ’ne Mio mit Fruity Loops
Die Gang bleibt gleich wie die Looney Tunes
Yeah, Baby, das ist ’ne Laudatio
Ich hol’ endlich mein’n Oscar wie DiCaprio
Ich bin Dr. Dre, ich bin Dr. Dre
Hip-hop Hooray, bitch, hip-hop hooray
Das’ für meine Bros, so wie Charly Aqua
Arbeitslos und reich, so wie Charlie Harper
Verdammt, wo sind meine Manschettenknöpfe?
In-Room Dining wenn jemand Essen möchte
Bleib’ verschwenderisch und
Nein, ich änder’ nichts, denn
Die Zeit ist zu kurz wie Tennisröcke

[Hook] (2x)
Fick Fame! Family First!
Nur für die Bros, wir sind nie wieder broke
Nur wegen Rap, kein nine-to-five
Overhyped, aber alles bleibt gleich

[Part 2]
Willkomm’n in der Championsleague, in der Präsidentensuite
Bestelle mir Angus Beef
Nur dank ein paar Sample-Beats
Von Feta und Spiegeleier, zu Fame wie Biene Maja
No days off, jeden Abend Familienfeier
Ich mach’ ’ne Mio mit Schallplatten
So hip-hop als ob ich Falk Schacht bin
Fühlt sich an wie eine Taufe
Mama, ich bin endlich unterwegs nach Hause
Ich bin Puff Daddy, ich bin Puff Daddy
Lass’ euch ausm Ghetto antanzen - Rocksteady
Das’ für meine Bros, so wie Charly Aqua
Shindy kleidet alle ein - nenn mich Adi Dassler
Verdammt, wo ist mein Manschettenhemd?
Chill’ mit dem Clan, so wie Method Man
Ich kandidiere nicht, doch alle lieben mich
Volksentscheid, sag: „Shindy for President!“

[Hook] (2x)
Fick Fame! Family First!
Nur für die Bros, wir sind nie wieder broke
Nur wegen Rap, kein nine-to-five
Overhyped, aber alles bleibt gleich

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I Will Drive You Home

Here comes the next big thing
There's a new gun in town
There'll be a faster one
Before the sun goes down
They've come to kick the tires
They'd like to take a spin
See how it takes the turns
See if it breaks or bends
 
But I will drive you home
I want you to know that
I will drive you home
 
Hell, it ain't nothing new
Everything new gets old
Maybe some glitter's gon
But we're still good as gold
When some driver comes
And tries to jump the start
Thinks he can steal your love
Hot wire your heart
 
But I (I) will drive (drive) you home (home)
I want you to know that
I (I) will drive (drive) you home (home)
 
Let 'em rev their engines
Let 'em spin their wheels
All they've got is shine
They're just chrome and steel
 
But I (I) will drive (drive) you home (home)
 
Here comes that faster fast
Here comes that higher high
As we walk on pas
They just step aside
 
I (I) will drive (drive) you home (home)
I want you to know that
I (I) will drive (drive) you home (home)
 
Let 'em rev their engines
Let 'em spin their wheels
All they got is shine
They're just chrome and steel
When they raise the flag
And the smoke has cleared
When the rest are gone
I'll be standing here
 
I (I) will drive (drive) you home (home)
I want you to know that
I (I) will drive (drive) you home (home)
 
Let 'em rev their engines
Let 'em spin their wheels
All they got is shine
They're just chrome and steel
When they raise the flag
And the smoke has cleared
When the rest are gone
I'll be standing here
 
Let 'em rev their engines
Let 'em spin their wheels
All they got is shine
They're just chrome and steel
When they raise the flag
And the smoke has cleared
When the rest are gone
I'll be standing here
 

Rip It Up

We Saturday night and I just got paid
I'm a fool about my money, don't try to save
My heart says 'go go, have a time'
Saturday night and I'm feelin' fine
 
I'm gonna rip it up
I'm gonna shake it up
I'm gonna rip it up
I'm gonna shake it up
I'm gonna rip it up
And ball tonight
 
I got a date and I won't be late
Pick her up in my '88'
Shag it on down to the union hall
When the music starts jumpin'
I'll have a ball
 
I'm gonna rip it up
I'm gonna shake it up
I'm gonna rip it up
I'm gonna shake it up
I'm gonna rip it up
And ball tonight
 
I'm gonna rip it up
I'm gonna shake it up
I'm gonna rip it up
I'm gonna shake it up
I'm gonna rip it up
And ball tonight
 
We Saturday night and I just got paid
I'm a fool about my money, don't try to save
My heart says 'go go, have a time'
Saturday night and I'm feelin' fine
 
I'm gonna rip it up
I'm gonna shake it up
I'm gonna rip it up
I'm gonna shake it up
I'm gonna rip it up
And ball tonight
 

Rolling Papers 2

[Intro]
Nigga, my motherfucker's life depends on this shit
Do this shit for my son
Turn me up
So I can hear myself a little more in the headphones
 
[Verse 1]
Came from the bottom, started this out with nothing
Turned the fam in my squad, and turn this thing into something
I grab a cone and I stuff it, never gonna get enough
Depending on how its going, we only gonna get tougher
I done seen people suffer, hate turned into love
Lost some people to get here
But they watching us from up above
On the road, hardly ever home
And money caught one in the dome
Now its hard to even pick up my phone
Leave me alone, I'll be in my zone
I'm getting grown but not too grown to let my feelings show
Anything you want, you can get, you gotta build it tho
I blew up quick and lost some shit
But now I'm dealing those
There's consequences to every decisions
Good or wrong, just do the best with time you're given and live strong
Give your all 'cause a man gon' be a man
And do what he gotta do
Baby, this is rolling papers two
(This is rolling papers two)
(This is rolling papers two)
 
[Chorus]
Imma roll it, roll it, Imma light it, light it
When it's time to make a change, I ain't gonna fight it, fight it
(Imma roll it, roll it, Imma light it, light it
When it's time to make a change, I ain't gonna fight it, fight it)
 
[Verse 2]
Yeah, all of the fame just comes with the game
It's a gift and the curse when everybody know your name
How do you make a million dollars and still stay the same
How do you make a hundred millions and still sane
You got the money, the clothes, the cars, the girls
Trying to do better, but all the shit in the world
Something regular would you prefer?
But it's cool, it's too much pressure, you think you should curve
On the verge, packing up and going back to where I came from
Tired of these rappers, I only run in the lane once
Tired of all these girls, we all fucking the same ones
I ain't giving chances no more, I already gave one
Getting money, you better save some
Don't be afraid to make mistakes 'cause you gotta make some
It takes time, but a man gon be a man and do what he gotta do
Baby, this is rolling papers two
(This is rolling papers two)
(This is rolling papers two)
 
[Chorus]
Imma roll it, roll it, Imma light it, light it
When it's time to make a change, I ain't gonna fight it, fight it
(Imma roll it, roll it, Imma light it, light it
When it's time to make a change, I ain't gonna fight it, fight it)
 
[Verse 3]
No turning back, I'm learning that
If you ever show someone love, you deseves it back
If you got a ounces of paper, you should burn it back
And if you ever do takes a loss, you can earn it back
Never slack, never overreact, let your money stack
Look at where you're going and where you at
You gon get there if you work hard
When you make it, you'll get exactly what you work for
I want more, couple cars in my garage
And mansions with marble floors
Above it all, open my doors
Couple plaques on the wall
Hoop court where my friends could ball
It may sounds strange but Imma need it all
When I spend some afar, I hit the road when I get the car
Got some family members that I don't see at all
It pays off 'cause a man gon be a man and do what he gotta do
Baby, this is rolling papers two
(This is rolling papers two)
(This is rolling papers two)
 
[Chorus]
Imma roll it, roll it, Imma light it, light it
When it's time to make a change, I ain't gonna fight it, fight it
(Imma roll it, roll it, Imma light it, light it
When it's time to make a change, I ain't gonna fight it, fight it)
 

Blowhard Nation

I don’t want to live in blowhard nation
With the king in a tinselly crown
When the whole thing wobbles
And the wheels come off
You know what’s going to go down
 
It’s the same sad story
About the power and the glory
And the big sods living uptown
It’s the old rat race
So get ready for the chase
‘Cause the fat cats are gaining ground
 
I got up this morning
And I grabbed me a paper
To read up on the low, low down
The front page feature
Was a weird looking creature
With a rug and a jowly frown
 
Some of my sinister neighbours
Are rattling the sabres
And the circus is coming to town
It’s like a bad tattoo
And there’s nothing you can do
I could sure use a stiff drink now
 
Are they all lining up
For Christ Almighty
But there ain’t no spine in the words
And when they talk the resurrection
They’re thinking the election
It’s the saddest thing I ever heard
 
And the whole debate
Has a sickening weight
Like a steel when the hammer comes down
When you see the cross
Well, you better get lost
They’re going to burn something down
 
I don’t want to live in blowhard nation
With the king in a tinselly crown
When the whole thing wobbles
And the wheels come off
You know what’s going to go down
 
And it’s the same sad story
About the power and the glory
And the big sods living uptown
It’s the old rat race
So get ready for the chase
‘Cause the fat cats are gaining ground
 
See the bread lines growing
And the headlines crowing:
“It’s as bad as it’s ever been.”
They’re all talk, talk, talking
While the whole town’s walking
Down the boulevard of broken dreams
 
Yeah, easy money, easy sweet ass honey
To a hick hanging off of a plough
But make no mistake
When they’re showing you the cake
They’ll never let you eat it now
 
I don’t want to live in blowhard nation
With the king in a tinselly crown
When the whole thing wobbles
And the wheels come off
You know what’s going to go down
 
It’s the same sad story
About the power and the glory
And the big sods living uptown
It’s the old rat race
So get ready for the chase
‘Cause the fat cats are gaining ground
 
But make no mistake
When they’re showing you the cake
They’ll never let you eat it now