Nobody - Sido, Chiddy Bang, Motrip

Mir ist scheißegal, was du so getan hast

Wir beide reden erst, wenn du 'ne Hublot am Arm hast

Der Spast sagt, er kann Judo und Spagat

Und dann muss dieser Hurensohn zum Zahnarzt

Mein Leben ist 'ne Party, ich sauf jetzt

'Ne ganze Flasche Jägermeister auf ex

Ich rauche alles, was sich zu 'nem Joint bauen lässt

Und egal, was es kostet, ich kauf es

Während ich zuhause sitze und mein nächstes Koma plane

Gehst du zum Training und formatierst deine Oberarme

Trotzdem kriegst du Angst vor mir, weil ich soviel Koks vertrage

Tja, ich hab’n dickes Fell und 20 Eier — Osterhase

Auf der Welt ist es irgendwo jetzt dunkel (hä?)

Das kenn ich gar nicht, weil die Rolex funkelt

Weibers lasst die Ärsche klatschen, Omas lasst die Titties hängen

Für Paul NZA und mich und für motherfuckin' Chiddy Bang

Who gon' stop us?

Who gon' touch us?

Who gon' fuck with us?

Nobody, nobody

I said I know this might

Be something you dislike

Who could have done it like this?

Nobody, nobody

Oh we does it — And we so above it

Are you trying to book us?

Better up your budget

I’m the man, I’m something like a foot in the lane

My sneakers cost 60 change this some shit that you can’t buy

Shorty want to know, what’s the mantra?

— Gain

They hating but we in Germany — chain

I will conquer lanes, it’s a part of my M. O

Didn’t get his licence but my father a Benz though

Don’t throw your heart away spend it on some cardigan

Or ball too hard and break your knee — Penny Hardaway

This shit is just ashes — Puff it and I pass it

You could say I live the dream — serious Nas shit

Looking at my hotel, it’s serious cabbage

There, you know, brains is the

Eh, the flow is two degree Celcius

Sido, can you show the German hoes where my tally (?) is?

Angefangen mit 17, jahrelang den Kopf gefickt

Bis man irgendwann von der Musik lebt, hoffentlich

Ich schreib nur Lieder in den Block und Labels locken mich

Nein, ich bin kein Dealer in 'nem Rock doch mach die Schotten dicht

Keiner kann mich toppen, Trip, ich halt nicht mal an roten Ampeln

Mein Flow ist Lebenselixir und lässt die Toten wandeln

Du schlägst Wurzeln wie 'ne Tropenpflanze

Ich bin auf dem Mond gelandet

Dieser Flow macht Welle und lässt Boote stranden

Keiner fragt mich, was ich will, also was wollt ihr?

Alle schieben Optik, wenn ich durch die Stadt stolzier

Wenn ich mit Chiddy Bang und Siggy in der City häng

Steigen all die Kiddies mit Digicam aus dem Minivan

Ob 2Pac oder Biggie-Fan, ich kann dir was beibringen

Ich bring euch zurück, es geht um Rhythmus wie beim Seilspringen

Wo ist dein Timing?

Ich glaub du brauchst 'ne Uhr

Dein Text ist voller Fehler — Autokorrektur, Trip

Folg RapGeniusDeutschland!

I don't give a fuck what you've done

We two won't talk until you've got a Hublot on your arm

The spast says he can do judo and the splits

And then this son of a bitch has to go to the dentist

My life is a party, I'm drinking now

A whole bottle of Jägermeister on ex

I smoke anything that can be built into a joint

And no matter what it costs, I'll buy it

While I sit at home and plan my next coma

Do you go to training and format your upper arms

Still, you get scared of me because I can take so much coke

Well, I have a thick skin and 20 eggs — Easter bunny

It's dark somewhere in the world now (huh?)

I don't even know that because the Rolex sparkles

Women let their asses smack, grannies let their titties hang

For Paul NZA and me and for motherfuckin' Chiddy Bang

Who gon' stop us?

Who gon' touch us?

Who gon' fuck with us?

Nobody, nobody

I said I know this might

Be something you dislike

Who could have done it like this?

Nobody, nobody

Oh we does it — And we so above it

Are you trying to book us?

Better up your budget

I'm the man, I'm something like a foot in the lane

My sneakers cost 60 change this some shit that you can't buy

Shorty want to know what's the mantra?

— Gain

They hating but we in Germany — chain

I will conquer lanes, it's a part of my M.O

Didn't get his license but my father a Benz though

Don't throw your heart away spend it on some cardigan

Or ball too hard and break your knee — Penny Hardaway

This shit is just ashes — puff it and I pass it

You could say I live the dream — serious Nas shit

Looking at my hotel, it's serious cabbage

There, you know, brains is the

Eh, the flow is two degrees Celcius

Sido, can you show the German hoes where my tally (?) is?

Started at 17, fucked his head for years

Until you make a living from music at some point, hopefully

I only write songs in the block and labels lure me

No, I'm not a dealer in a skirt, but close the bulkheads

Nobody can top me, Trip, I don't even stop at red lights

My flow is the elixir of life and lets the dead walk

You put down roots like a tropical plant

I landed on the moon

This flow creates waves and strands boats

Nobody asks me what I want, so what do you want?

Everyone pushes optics when I strut around town

When I'm hanging out in the city with Chiddy Bang and Siggy

All the kiddies get out of the minivan with digicams

Whether you're a 2Pac or a Biggie fan, I can teach you something

I'll bring you back, it's about rhythm like jumping rope

Where's your timing?

I think you need a watch

Your text is full of mistakes — autocorrect, trip

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