Soldiers
They call me Bigz
Welcome to the revolution,
Test a movement
And you're best prepared for execution
And for resolution
I send the extroopin'
Then get to cruisin' with [...]
Getting down with Kollegah at the show,
Let 'em know we're E-Gang
Heavy on the roll
Check the whips futuristic kicks - Hasselhof
Now Bitch flip into these chips - Mazel tov
My crew here, you know what I usually do
Trap a [?] square like a Rubik's Cube
Plus I rap, you heard me
I gotta be more than a local rapper
So I'm back in germany!
With Selfmade 'n' Kollegah
Me 'n' Mega, Bigz, Haze [?]
You hatin' my clique?
You laugh cause you think it's funny
So why get mad cause we're over... [?]
We're screaming oi oi fam, out in Deutschland
Invade your block, make it pop like a boy-band
And all of my boys bang, but stay focused
Probably the Selfmade and Eurogang Soldiers
This is my life G!
I'm so fly, I got wings - but I don't need 'em!
So tight, [?]
Roll by, [?]
Aw, Jeez, it's hard to give these rappers credits
When I see they got it twisted - paralytics
Claim the cup and let it go, no that's pathetic
Youngers will cut'em up fast [?]
They say the game we don't play fair
We catch flights they can't afford the plane fare
The more plants, the more fans, the more grams
Now we got connected worldwide [?]
I show my genitals, bitches blow like cannonballs
Eyo, deep in their souls, gangstas know I'm the boss
I creep through the doors, with three hoe's like Santa Claus
And you see G's an all fours, like on mobile telephones
Yeah, salute to the king, Selfmade
Eurogang Soldier, Big Boss, Kollegah der Pimp
Hustlin' in the streets, bitch, I got more muscles than the seas
Flieg um die Welt, sorg selbst in Indien für Massenhysterie
I fuck bitches in the Taj Mahal, they touch my half erected dick
I'm back with machine guns, desert eagles, magnums and Mac-10's, bitch
Got more weapons than action flicks, more weapons than battle ships
Kollegah collects the shit, I'm into weapons like ammo-clips
Swervin' in a blue Mercedes, cruisin' through Berlin
A true German, pushin' Benz like Lou Pearlman
Sieh', ich rauche Blunts, ball die Faust, haue Punkbitches
Presse dann 'nem Haufen braungebrannter Frauen Schwanz in die Fresse
Welcome to the revolution,
Test a movement
And you're best prepared for execution
And for resolution
I send the extroopin'
Then get to cruisin' with [...]
Getting down with Kollegah at the show,
Let 'em know we're E-Gang
Heavy on the roll
Check the whips futuristic kicks - Hasselhof
Now Bitch flip into these chips - Mazel tov
My crew here, you know what I usually do
Trap a [?] square like a Rubik's Cube
Plus I rap, you heard me
I gotta be more than a local rapper
So I'm back in germany!
With Selfmade 'n' Kollegah
Me 'n' Mega, Bigz, Haze [?]
You hatin' my clique?
You laugh cause you think it's funny
So why get mad cause we're over... [?]
We're screaming oi oi fam, out in Deutschland
Invade your block, make it pop like a boy-band
And all of my boys bang, but stay focused
Probably the Selfmade and Eurogang Soldiers
This is my life G!
I'm so fly, I got wings - but I don't need 'em!
So tight, [?]
Roll by, [?]
Aw, Jeez, it's hard to give these rappers credits
When I see they got it twisted - paralytics
Claim the cup and let it go, no that's pathetic
Youngers will cut'em up fast [?]
They say the game we don't play fair
We catch flights they can't afford the plane fare
The more plants, the more fans, the more grams
Now we got connected worldwide [?]
I show my genitals, bitches blow like cannonballs
Eyo, deep in their souls, gangstas know I'm the boss
I creep through the doors, with three hoe's like Santa Claus
And you see G's an all fours, like on mobile telephones
Yeah, salute to the king, Selfmade
Eurogang Soldier, Big Boss, Kollegah der Pimp
Hustlin' in the streets, bitch, I got more muscles than the seas
Flieg um die Welt, sorg selbst in Indien für Massenhysterie
I fuck bitches in the Taj Mahal, they touch my half erected dick
I'm back with machine guns, desert eagles, magnums and Mac-10's, bitch
Got more weapons than action flicks, more weapons than battle ships
Kollegah collects the shit, I'm into weapons like ammo-clips
Swervin' in a blue Mercedes, cruisin' through Berlin
A true German, pushin' Benz like Lou Pearlman
Sieh', ich rauche Blunts, ball die Faust, haue Punkbitches
Presse dann 'nem Haufen braungebrannter Frauen Schwanz in die Fresse
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Writer(s): Barry Alan Gibb, Robin Hugh Gibb, Maurice Ernest Gibb
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