Rullaa [English translation]

Nikke, Nikke, Nikke keeps on cruisin', cruisin'

Roof down

A cigar, cigar, cigar in his mouth for no fucking reason

Blah blah blah

Boom

Have you heard any [music from] Ankara?

With a rap label on his forehead, giving out something to put in mouths

What to eat at the start?

Even the co-driver thinks "He's mental for fuck's sake"

Getting tipsy

Checking the chicks out from the rearview

To these misses I'm like a smart dealer

You see, I care enough but not too much

This is for those who drink 'til the morning

And who don't fear a bit of scratching

Dudes are out when the evening rolls in

Money disappears and so do the wives, as if a firm got bankrupted

Take a pic', my roof's so down

I'm cruisin' so far that I won't know where home is

I'm looking for a cure for a killer hangover

I slide over to drive-in: three pizzas, a coke

Nikke, Nikke, Nikke keeps on cruisin', cruisin'

Roof down

A cigar, cigar, cigar in his mouth for no fucking reason

Blah blah blah

Nikke, Nikke, Nikke keeps on cruisin', cruisin'

Roof down

A cigar, cigar, cigar in his mouth for no fucking reason

Blah blah blah

Boom

You had to replace your playlist

Such a bumpy ride that you ought to switch the shock absorbers

Played "Nunnuka-lai-laa" at full blast, over to Norway's side

At a bar I'll freestyle into the chicks' ears

Just like Ketchum Ash said: "I choose you", so outta here miss

Let's cruise over to my place, it's a pretty rough aroun' the edges case

Bass and crash team racing

This is for those who drink 'til the morning

And who don't fear a bit of scratching

Dudes are out when the evening rolls in

Money disappears and so do the wives, as if a firm got bankrupted

Where I wake up, I look over at a babe

Gotta be all ninja to sneak out to the porch

Got so roofed that shoes are missing

When I left I snatched pink roller-skates.

Nikke, Nikke, Nikke keeps on cruisin', cruisin'

Roof down

A cigar, cigar, cigar in his mouth for no fucking reason

Blah blah blah

Nikke, Nikke, Nikke keeps on cruisin', cruisin'

Roof down

A cigar, cigar, cigar in his mouth for no fucking reason

Blah blah blah

Nikke, Nikke, Nikke keeps on cruisin', cruisin'

Roof down

A cigar, cigar, cigar in his mouth for no fucking reason

Blah blah blah

This is for those who drink 'til the morning

And who don't fear a bit of scratching

Dudes are out when the evening rolls in

Money disappears and so do the wives, as if a firm got bankrupted

Nikke, Nikke, Nikke keeps on cruisin', cruisin'

Roof down

A cigar, cigar, cigar in his mouth for no fucking reason

Blah blah blah

Nikke, Nikke, Nikke keeps on cruisin', cruisin'

Roof down

A cigar, cigar, cigar in his mouth for no fucking reason

Blah blah blah