my life - Cro

Eh, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh

Uh baby

I never meant to be your man (yeah, yeah, yeah)

In my life

So let us have a little prayer and celebrate this every day and every night

This is alright

Strandhhotel

Ich schwör ich fühl mich wie ne Bank voll Geld

Mula, Guap, der Mann von Welt

Malt locker seine Scheine, so wie ganz von selbst

Ich chill' relaxt an der Küste

Und fasse wunderschönen Ladys an die Brüste

Yeah, ich brauch' kein’n Zettel oder Stifte

Meine Rhymes komm’n alle straight aus der Hüfte

Baby, ich hab' ein relaxtes Gesicht

Rap macht mich rich, check meine Cribs

Sag mir, wer macht den Scheiß so wie ich?

Wenn ich muss, muss es raus, mach das Mic an, ich piss' es

So, keine Zeit, mach' Business

Ja, leg dein Handy weg und scheiß mal auf Bitches

Denn jeder Tag ist dope, ja, ich schwör', ja, ich schwör', ja, ich schwör'

Hey Carlo, you make me feel some kind of way.

Like haven’t met you yet,

but i miss you already, hehe.

You know what, maybe we should fuck and it’ll

make you feel better.

Peace out.

Uh baby (oh Baby)

I never meant to be your man (yeah, yeah, yeah)

In my life

So let us have a little prayer and celebrate this every day and every night

This is alright

Das ist der chiggy-biggy-laid-back-Flow

Und der geht: chiggy-biggy-ey-ey-yo

Fahr' durch die City, geb' dem Tapedeck Cro

Lass' das Siggi Biggi blazen, yo

Eh, und ein Blaulicht stoppt mich nicht

Ich sage, Blaulicht stoppt mich nicht

Denn Blaulicht fährt nicht so schnell wie wir es tun

uh yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh

uh baby

I never meant to be your man (yeah, yeah, yeah)

In my life

So let us have a little prayer and celebrate this every day and every night

This is alright

beach hotel

I swear I feel like a bank full of money

Mula, Guap, the man of the world

Draws his bills easily, as if all by himself

I chill relaxed on the coast

And touch the breasts of beautiful ladies

Yeah, I don't need a piece of paper or pens

My rhymes all come straight from the hip

Baby I got a relaxed face

Rap makes me rich, check my cribs

Tell me who does that shit like me?

If I have to, it has to come out, turn on the mic, I'll piss it

So, no time, do business

Yeah, put your phone down and fuck bitches

Because every day is dope, yes, I swear, yes, I swear, yes, I swear

Hey Carlo, you make me feel some kind of way.

Like haven't met you yet,

but i miss you already, hehe.

You know what, maybe we should fuck and it'll

make you feel better.

peace out

Uh baby (oh baby)

I never meant to be your man (yeah, yeah, yeah)

In my life

So let us have a little prayer and celebrate this every day and every night

This is alright

That's the chiggy-biggy-laid-back flow

And it goes: chiggy-biggy-ey-ey-yo

Drive through the city, give the tape deck Cro

Let Siggi Biggi blaze, yo

Eh, and a flashing blue light won't stop me

I say blue lights don't stop me

Because blue lights don't drive as fast as we do