Kopfgefickt [explizit] [English translation]

Fler:

I stay away from trouble,

but trouble finds me

It’s not my fault

No your honor, I’m not guilty

And if you say I still did it;

well, you made me that way

as a person, you’re only worth something

if you’ve got the bills,

but you’ll be stereotyped,

fucked in the head, and thrown in jail (yeah)

and every night you ask yourself,

if it’s worth this shit, (yeah)

then you’ll be stereotyped,

fucked in the head, and thrown in jail (yeah)

and every night you ask yourself

if it’s worth all this shit (yeah)

Godsilla:

I stay away from trouble,

but no matter what I do,

at the end of the day,

the handcuffs are waitin’ for me

Then real quick,

I forget all the hope I had

and my ass’ll be grass ¹

if the judge gives me time ²

I sit here and ask myself again

if this shit’s worth it

What are the greenbacks for

when you’re locked up in here?

What are dreams for

if you’re not allowed to dream?

If your joy gets overshadowed

by every bad deed,

one regret doesn’t make

the deeds go away

You have to fight like hell

so you won’t end up like a skid, ³

someday, the reversal will come,

then I’ll be driving a Benz

and my marketing agents

will have marketing agents

You’ll need to watch where you stay;

I’ll spit on your hype

I’m on the road and

don’t have time for these whores

You say please,

I still don’t say thank you

There will be problems if the gangsters

are waitin’ at the gas station

Hook:

I stay away from trouble,

but trouble finds me

It’s not my fault

No your honor, I’m not guilty

And if you say I still did it;

well, you made me that way

as a person, you’re only worth something

if you’ve got the bills,

but you’ll be stereotyped,

fucked in the head, and thrown in jail (yeah)

and every night you ask yourself,

if it’s worth this shit, (yeah)

then you’ll be stereotyped,

fucked in the head, and thrown in jail (yeah)

and every night you ask yourself

if it’s worth all this shit (yeah)

Fler:

Is it worth the shit,

I don’t know; you tell me

that’s the way we live life

here on the street

and even at that time,

I got hazed on the playground

‘cause I had zilch;

my parents didn’t have a house and boat

I didn’t have anything,

except me and my Nike Air

and today I’m fuckin’ your women,

spread you legs for Fler

Man, I already told you,

yeah, I’m doin’ my thing

and what the teacher said up front,

man, it didn’t mean a damned thing;

man, this life, it’s easy

like 1 plus 1

everything you have,

his plus yours too, is mine

You can say what you want,

it sounds skitzo

Your mother shows up

at my place to get fucked

Screw everyone in their polo shirts

who hates me boy

I’m the G, I’m wearin’ Cordon Sport ⁴

while getting’ laid (yeah)

You say please,

I still don’t say thank you

There will be problems if the gangsters

are waitin’ at the gas station (yeah)

Hook x 2:

I stay away from trouble,

but trouble finds me

It’s not my fault

No your honor, I’m not guilty

And if you say I still did it;

well, you made me that way

as a person, you’re only worth something

if you’ve got the bills,

but you’ll be stereotyped,

fucked in the head, and thrown in jail (yeah)

and every night you ask yourself,

if it’s worth this shit, (yeah)

then you’ll be stereotyped,

fucked in the head, and thrown in jail (yeah)

and every night you ask yourself

if it’s worth all this shit (yeah)