Vollmond [English translation]

Fler:

Yo!

Ey, I already called Hot G

I was on the road all day on a bus

I’m sick and tired of it

Yeah, I’m gettin’ back on and we’re leaving

I’ll pick you people up

Okay, see you soon

Hook:

And my wheels, they shine in the full moon ¹

on an car, which no rapper can afford

The bitch gets in, I tell her straight

in a car, which no rapper can afford

I drive daily through my ‘hood

in an car, which no rapper can afford

The cops are on my ass, I hit the gas

in a car, which no rapper can afford

Fler:

I’ve sat long enough in this bus; I’ve eaten enough shit

I’ve been hustling while the boys are sittin’ in the slammer ²

I’m waitin’ in front of the prison; look at my pfat wheels ³ glisten. Sex, drugs, and rock n roll, I’m so much like Marilyn Manson. I’m pickin’ up my check and takin’ it to my lawyer; ⁴

if you write such lyrics, you sit in court all day

Fuck the cops, the law, I’m takin’ off, get out of my way

Nobody’s stopin’ this German ‘cause my sound moves

everyone in the ghetto as well as the internet cafés for a ⁵ lifetime.

What you do in one scene, I can do in one sentence;

and everyone’s lookin’ at me as if I came from another planet; and that’s why I sometimes act as if I

was someone else

I’m cool today in my BMW, back then I was still at the ⁶

back of the bus. You have three guesses to figure out how the bitches find my muscles, Man, that’s Maskulin, now you know the name of my label. I’m goin’ to the mic, and this shit’s goin’ straight to number 1

Hook:

And my wheels, they shine in the full moon

on an car, which no rapper can afford

The bitch gets in, I tell her straight

in a car, which no rapper can afford

I drive daily through my ‘hood

in an car, which no rapper can afford

The cops are on my ass, I hit the gas

in a car, which no rapper can afford

G-Hot:

That’s the way the champ looks, the champ looks

G-Hot sleeps in, in the penthouse

I’ve dealt with that shit

Today I spent a lot of money at the steakhouse

even grabbed a toothpick

This asshole made it ⁷

Since I’ve been driving a Lambo,

I know every pot-hole in the city.

1000 thanks, 10 bills per month interest on the spot

Totally relaxed, I’m leavin’ the bank

with a big smile

I’m back to my own terms, it’s street talk

Let me spoil myself at the massage parlor, I can afford it

The cops have wire-tapped me for 24 hours straight ⁸

You know I’m on the list, so don’t call me on my iPhone ⁹

We fit the profile my friend, that’s the way criminals

look

Black BMW my friend, the cops holds their traffic paddle ¹⁰ out, write the particulars down

for cocaine, women, and gambling; boy,

that’s what the money’s goin’ out for

I get into my 7 Series, you still have to ride the subway ¹¹

I wanted to be a rapper then,

it was a good plan.

Hook:

And my wheels, they shine in the full moon

on an car, which no rapper can afford

The bitch gets in, I tell her straight

in a car, which no rapper can afford

I drive daily through my ‘hood

in an car, which no rapper can afford

The cops are on my ass, I hit the gas

in a car, which no rapper can afford