Get in!
Get in!
I wanna show you something.
The place where my mates hang around:
High houses - bad air - some trees - people on drugs.
Here, that's where dreams end.
Us people from the hood, we get along with this life.
I've got all my friends from this area.
Don't be afraid of the guy with the knuckle-duster.
He may be a little crazy but I like him.
I can undestand if you don't feel very comfortable here, that you'd rather wallow in your pool at home.
You prefer sitting at a well laid table.
Then you soon realise, Berlin is no good for you!
Get in!
Get in!
You laugh at me in your single-family house because you think you've got everything you need.
But in the MV* the sun shines out of my arse!
In my block everybody knows we're stars!
I get anything here, I don't even have to leave (it).
I've got drugs here, friends and sex!
The cops may come, everybody know's
But no one's seen something so they got to go back again!
OK I got to admit, it's dirty as a slut here
But I know, it's gonna be alright, with a little spittle!
My nice white plattenbau** slowly turns grey,
I don't give a fuck, I also grow old and grey in the MV!
My city, my borough, my hood, my area, my street, my home, my block!
My thoughts, my heart, my life, my world goes from from the 1st to the 16th floor!
My city, my borough, my hood, my area, my street, my home, my block!
My thoughts, my heart, my life, my world goes from from the 1st to the 16th floor!
The guy from the first floor used to be a bouncer!
Since he got out of jail he's our caretaker!
He's frequently at the whore from the second floor, now she sells pics showing him stretching his arse!
The fetishist from the fith floor likes buying those, he says arsoholes look like little stars!
Even though that one of the gay from the eleventh floor always looks like you've just pulled out your cock!
And I sing you a song about it, you can buy it. Like the fans of the Sekte*** from the ninth floor who are always high. Just as the junkie from the forth floor who's first thing to do in the morning is drinking ten beer for breakfast, he pays for ten but instead of weed he gets a fucker (?). Back then the tenth used to be the drug floor, thhe guy from the seventh floor is the one who survived.
My city, my borough, my hood, my area, my street, my home, my block!
My thoughts, my heart, my life, my world goes from from the 1st to the 16th floor!
My city, my borough, my hood, my area, my street, my home, my block!
Even though I rock the nation I am still Sido from the block, I like living amongst trash and riff-raff, 'cause no matter where you go to, important is where you come from!
You get everything here, in the twelth floor at Manne's you get counterfeit money and a bootleg by Eißfeld****, one floor above some bloke got a studio, he rapps and makes tracks to beats by Coolio.
Much to the joy of the housewife above, she says men don't fuck as they used to do, that's why you often meet her at the fifteenth floor with the head underneath of the hardcore lesbian's skirt.
If I want sex I take the lift down to the third floor, but I only fuck that chick between the tits,
Because the porn floor is located on the eighth floor, I could daily sleep over somewhere else here!
On the sixteenth floor there's a stench coming from the flat where some bloke hangs since three weeks!
I hang around on the sixth floor, my floor, with my wicked neighbours... in my block!
My city, my borough, my hood, my area, my street, my home, my block!
My thoughts, my heart, my life, my world goes from from the 1st to the 16th floor!
My city, my borough, my hood, my area, my street, my home, my block!
My thoughts, my heart, my life, my world goes from from the 1st to the 16th floor!
Yeah now you can decide,
who's got the greates block in Germany, mate?
YEAH.
Beethovens remix,
SIDO,
AGGRO BERLIN.*****