John Gotti [English translation]

I bring the weed into Town, I have a lot to sell,

And rarely let my hair down like Muslim ladies,

Pick up Kilos in my grey Mercedes from the Netherlands,

Homies in Jail, I know, but I will never land there.

Meet with the delivery man for a pick up in Aachen,

Thinking always, I'll get out after the 'Ding' (signal) like a man in an elevator.

I'll pick up Cocaine from Mexico once again,

And it comes by container ship over the European border,

With so much dope, that it would astound the customs staff,

if they ever discovered the barge (Kahn je - Kanye) like Hova (Jay-Z).

You spit in parts about small-time weed dealers,

Your gay-rap clique are all fake-ass bitches like Nicki Minaj.

Kid, I'll come wearing Dalmation-pelt,

Earn my money through Coke like the Medillín Cartel.

I am no British Lord, yet I scold my workers,

if they don't call me Sir like huge waves**

Black TEC-9,

Black Mazerati,

You see me and feel inadequate (inferiority-complex) like Abu Dhabi.

It's all cool I have money,

Gucci Jacket, bulletproof like John Gotti,

and I cruise with two hotties,

who sniff coke in a blood red Bugatti,

It's all cool I have money,

Gucci Jacket bulletproof like John Gotti.

The impulse of my chilled Cocaine-psyche,

reaches highly active synapses,

and neurones in my cerebral gland,

leads through the threads of my muscles to the curvature of two chrome-curved,

pistol triggers where my fingers lie,

which riddle you with shrapnel.

I leave you there to die, burn your extended family,

and they all fit in fucking two-square-meter,

boat cabin, and all this whilst my iPhone headphones play Mozart.

The boss, I stand there soaked in my own blood like a like a honeybee.

I'll kill you off with armed violence,

on the wet asphalt I'll take you by the throat,

and I'll hastily bury you by night in a woods far from the crime-scene location.

I'll erect a gravestone and spray 'Hardcorefaggot',

in neon-colours on the marble surface.

Pimp slap right, pimp slap left

I would say that only if the right pimp slap weren't an instant kill.

Ha, even New York Gangsters hear me in loop,

whenever they sweep through Queens like royal blood.

I make money in Rio, I'm Tony Montana and Micheal Corleone in one - Al Pacino.

Ah! Godfather - Blood Money - Don-Status - John Gotti

Black TEC-9,

Black Mazerati,

You see me and feel inadequate (inferiority-complex) like Abu Dhabi.

It's all cool I have money,

Gucci Jacket, bulletproof like John Gotti,

and I cruise with two hotties,

who sniff coke in a blood red Bugatti,

It's all cool I have money,

Gucci Jacket bulletproof like John Gotti.

**This is German worldplay that is hard to replicate in English - the closest imitation would something like - what do they call me sir for (surfer) like huge waves. But the explanation of the world play is that they call him sir (Sir verneigen) which sounds identical to a surfer tilting (Surfer neigen) - so his workers call him sir like a surfer tilting in a huge wave.