Dickes B (englisch) Songtext / Lyric

The Asphalt-ground trembles, it booms in ear
as I loosed my heart on an podgy B
since that time I like the town better than before
when I cruise through Berlin-City, is raggae my motor
I sing on an bike times bass and times tenor
At home I pull off the sound- the neighbours got humour
They stand of fresh Downbeats out of my record store
concrete jungle, supersonic Soundsystem-culture
when party is, then we are on the dancefloor
the Deejay makes the verse and the jadies the chor
you sink in bass like a Moorebody in the moor
It coerce you in the knee, `cause the rhythm is hardcore
we give what we got up to seven am
somewhere else it gives an barrierhour by us the Garbage collection
we build an big pipe, comes in front of
and blow podgy smoke along the Brandenburger Door

Podgy B up on the spree
On summer you feels good, on winter it hurts
Mama-Berlin, bakestone and petrol
we love your scent when we go around the houses

The Air of Berlin comparison to the other Towns
offers the best taste, all best quality
to celebrate parades and exclusive party
The peoples are there now, nobody prayed they about that
Once armours and rockets was interesting
Today I live in east between flowerwallpaper
Don't worry about tailors and monets
build here and there an track bout for this an concrete
Coolness-like the town is bursting out of lal seams
But where are now the troopers who start serious
To knead hot their potential and Styles
to many power in the lung for to little trumpets

Podgy B up on the spree
On summer you feels good, on winter it hurts
Mama-Berlin, bakestone and petrol
we love your scent when we go around the houses

This all one gimmi nice
Raggae-Music are said it is nice
inner Berlin is just like Paradise -and nice
everybody said they love d´ vibes -vibes
when da Raggaeblend said: feel alright
when da Raggaebeat just.....
....to fast for me....

Podgy B up on the spree
On summer you feels good, on winter it hurts
Mama-Berlin, bakestone and petrol
we love your scent when we go around the houses