Teer in meiner Lunge [English translation]

[Chorus]

Hookah, grape, tar in my lungs, tar in my lungs

Tar, tar in my lungs

Hookah, grape, tar in my lungs

What you make in a month, I make it in an hour

[Verse 1]

What you make in a month, I make even more in an hour

I sit at the café and I've got tar in my lungs

Come over here, little boy,

Show me what you can settle

I come from above, and the earth begins to shake

They come in and they give me checks,

My secretaries take care of the rest

No, I'm never going away again

I can have whatever I want, my life is perfect

I chill out every evening

And I live out my dream, I'm still the same

You're barking quite loud, but you're still a puppy

Why is your hand shaking?

Your itsy-bitsy prick isn't big enough to fuck me over

Man, I can smell your fear

[Bridge]

Stay away, this area is forbidden to you

I have you putting your hands up, even without any canon

Just look at the clothes I'm getting for that show

My life is like a hookah pipe - the coal's right on top1

[Chorus]

Hookah, grape, tar in my lungs

That boy became a millionaire thanks to his tongue

I make more in an hour than you do in a month

I come with my BMW, you with your Moped

I honk when I'm leaving, your clunker stands in my way

Look, I step on the gas and drive over you with my BMW

Frank White, I'm the one who's still standing on these streets

I stay as I am, no matter where it goes from here

I'm real, no matter what happens, man, I'm still Maskulin2

If you've got good merchandise, we can both win at it

This is my city, Berlin, the center of the world

Fucked up people, many of them fuck each other for money

[Bridge]

[Chorus]

Frank White has tar in his lungs

Südberlin has tar in its lungs

G-Hot has tar in his lungs

Silla, the Killer, has tar in his lungs

MoTrip has tar in his lungs, tar in his lungs

Tar, tar in his lungs

Explosive has tar in his lungs, tar in his lungs

Tar, tar in his lungs

1. 'Coal' = 'Dough'.2. Name of his record label.