Hoodtales IV [English translation]

Yeah!

[Verse 1]

Enough of business on the block,

I seek relaxation in my downtown loft and sip on the scotch,

Receive an erotic massage, just as,

The ringing ruins my tour like doping scandals,

Some guy stands there, say something about "Kick-ass car!"

And we've apparently been homies for years, since early coke dealer days,

He says he's not doing well, has some serious problems,

But that with me cash is sitting snugly like his tooth prosthesis,

I should help him out like house elves,

I say: "Kid, you're like DiCaprio in Inception – you're living in dream worlds!"

Then I've had enough and set the doberman on him,

Let him get pulled from my front door by the arm,

And the fatso's in the way,

I step over him, not without giving the dog a treat first,

Into the shiny Mercedes, the sun rays lie down,

on the Bonzen-car with the comfortable leather seat,

From which I,

driving full throttle, make my way to Holland, looking at the summer day,

On the left Autobahn lane,

A route which I've driven a thousand times on my tours,

Arrived, I turn into a settlement at a harbour,

Trade the weed bag for an envelope with cash bills,

And drive on, with a ton of drugs on me,

Race past an Audi A1 as the blue light appears.

They give hand signals, want to instruct me,

I should drive slowly to my right to the curb,

I think: 'Save yourselves the trouble!'

But show them, seemingly compliant, my driving papers,

Then the drug hound comes, and makes a big find,

The cops pull their cuffs out from their belts,

I say the thing's just for pain therapy,

Although the green ones don't find it so clean, like nuclear energy,

"Mr. Kollegah, we know you from the mugshots,

You're some mafioso, who's getting weed and coke in Holland,

You don't exactly have an everyday face,

We'll put you in our passenger compartment in a minute,

To show you how the balance of power is in this country,

Because selling weed is no bagatelle offense for us,

You used to be a clever small trader,

Now you're drug lord, gangster and criminal,

We have evidence, there was a tracking device on your Benz,

Witness testimonies walk on bands like rope dancers!"

I let him speak, and as the no-good speaks,

I light up a fag, blow the smoke in his face,

And say: "Pig, this interests me quite faintly,

It's like the law, it interests me quiet faintly",

Because I have no respect for laws,

Also I play golf with your superiors,

And they box me out on the court date,

They're like my dogs, when I 'say aus', they sit!

Because everyone has dirt on them,

Even the police chief can be bribed with cash,

A few thousand in cash, I'm out of danger,

And you guys see how I drive on despite incriminating statements,

And I bet I'll give out weed again tomorrow,

Because bribes rate themselves like eBay auctioneers,

Because I always have a plan B up my sleeve,

Like make up from sluts, who I give pimp slaps,

The judges can't fuck me, I bribe them with hand money,

They're all under the same blanket like smoke detectors,

Put me in prison,

And I'll be out after a phone call, just like in the past when there weren't mobile phones,

And it happens as I prophesied,

I sit in the Benz instead of the cop car.

Can drive home, keep handing out weed packets,

Just like the cops their tickets,

The evening sun glows like my jewelry,

And once again a day ends in the hood...

• Artist:Kollegah
• Album:Zuhältertape, Vol. 4