Callejon mein block

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Hop in!
I want to show you something.
The place where my people hang out:
Tall houses, thick air, a few trees,
People on drugs - this is where dreams burst.
We here in the neighborhood can cope with this life.
I have all my friends from this area.
Don't be afraid of the guy with the brass knuckles.
He's a little crazy, but I like him.
I can understand that you don't feel so comfortable here,
That you would much rather dig through the cabbage at home.
You'd rather sit at a well-laid table.
Then you quickly realize: Berlin isn't for you.
Get in!
Get in!
You in your single-family home are laughing at me,
Because you think you have everything you need,
But in the MV the sun is shining out of my ass.
Everyone in my block knows it: We are stars!
I get everything here; I don't have to leave here anymore.
Here I have drugs, friends and sex.
The cops could come, but everyone knows.
But no one saw anything, so she can go again.
OK, I have to admit: it's as dirty as a whore here.
But I know it'll be okay with a little spit.
My beautiful white prefabricated building is slowly turning gray.
Shit on it! I'm getting old and gray too in the MV.
My city, my district, my neighborhood, my area, my street, my home, my block, my thoughts, my heart, my life, my world extends from the first to the 16th floor.
My city, my district, my neighborhood, my area, my street, my home, my block, my thoughts, my heart, my life, my world extends from the first to the 16th floor.
The guy from the first used to be a bouncer.
Since he got out of prison, he's been our caretaker.
He's often with the hooker from the second place.
Now she's selling photos of him expanding his ass.
The fetishist from the fifth class likes to buy them.
He says rosettes see out of How little Stars.
Although the one from the gay guy from Eleventh always looks
As if you've just pulled out your cock.
And I'll sing a song to you about it - you can buy it.
/>Like the cult fans from the ninth who are always on it.
Just like the junkie from the fourth,
Who first drinks ten beers for breakfast.
Then he goes up to the seventh to the ticker.
He pays for ten pieces, but instead of weed he gets a fucker.
Back then the drug stock was still the tenth.
The one from the seventh is the one who survived.
My city, my district, my neighborhood, mine Neighborhood, my street, my home, my block, my thoughts, my heart, my life, my world extends from the first to the 16th floor.
My city, my district, my neighborhood, my area, my street, my home, my block, my thoughts, my heart, my life, my world extends from the first to the 16th floor.
You can get everything here.
In the twelfth place you can get counterfeit money
And a bootleg from Eisfeld.
This guy has his studio one floor up.
He raps and makes tracks on Coolio's beats.
Much to the housewife's delight.
It says: men fuck also not more How earlier.,
That's why you often meet her on the 15th floor
With the hardcore lesbian with her head under her skirt.
If I want to fuck, I go down to the third,
But I only fuck the bride between the tits,
Because the porn stock is in the eighth.
Not here I could spend the night somewhere else every day.
The hallway on the 16th floor smells very strong
From the apartment where this guy has been hanging for three weeks.
I hang out in the sixth - on my floor,
With my horny neighbors on my block.
My city, my district, my neighborhood, my area, my street, my home, my block, my thoughts, my heart, my life, my world extends from the first to the 16th floor.
My city, my district, my neighborhood, my area, my street, my home, my block, my thoughts, my heart, my life, my world extends from the first to the 16th floor.

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