Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song King Kong , by - Donkey SoundRelease date: 31.05.2015
Song language: Danish
King Kong(original) |
| Vælter ind på klubben, de kalder mig for King Kong, King Kong |
| Vælter ind på klubben, de kalder mig for King Kong, King Kong |
| Velkommen til King Kong |
| For jeg, rocker mand, flipper det ping-pong |
| rocker danser på distanc' |
| Sparker mit land igang |
| Minder om Sister Livingston |
| Tænder min split, får nigger i takt, når først Fresh-I går igang |
| Tænder op, tænder, tempo på drenge' |
| Videre på musikken og min egen |
| Jeg toaster mit flow, original style |
| Så' det noget pis man ikk' har råd, drenge |
| Så på ny gi’r den gas, sætter minder på plads |
| Wafande holder det tæt sammen med General |
| Og vi' sammen København, der kan den hvide fyre den bas |
| Perkere fedter sig ind og holder musikken |
| stor lyd, lyd, jeg elsker at larm' |
| Så længe bassen den pumper, vil mit hjerte være varmt |
| Jeg rider nok rytmer, starter nok alarm' |
| Jeg' farlig som en ninja men jeg er ligesom et barn |
| Jeg finder mig i intet, lidt ligesom Rambo |
| Og ovenfra det skinner når jeg nynner mine flows |
| Jeg dig en dans og nej så var det sjov |
| Min næse den er ren, den har ikk' noget dope for |
| Man er stor, man er Jumbo, man er King Kong |
| Man er stor, man er Jumbo, man er King Kong |
| Man er stor, man er Jumbo, man er King Kong |
| Man er stor, man er Jumbo, man er King Kong |
| Vi' brikker i spillet, vil ikk' teste |
| Bare leve det liv, som vi er bedst til |
| Så hvorfor er du bange mand, bange mand? |
| Vi' en del af det samme land, samme land |
| Vi hænger i klaser, den forbudne frugt |
| Nogen ser os som laser, kan ikk' li' den lugt |
| Men du ska' ikk' være bange mand, bange mand |
| Vi' en del af det samme land, samme land |
| La' mig høre jer bust' den bar |
| Klapper som et blålyn når vi synger nu |
| Runger i dit øre ligesom ligesom ekko når vi gynger toget |
| Ruller med den raske lyd der rusker i raketterne |
| Bassen pumper, kyllinger der ryster i skeletterne |
| Se, vi ruller konerne i honning og pinocchiokugler |
| Triller dem i guf, vi gi’r dem kinderæg og cocio |
| Lyden af kongen hver gang han banker sig på brystkassen |
| Skoven skævler, ryster når en abe skruer op for bassen |
| Da jeg var en lille knægt, da folk spurgt' hva' jeg vil være når jeg bli’r stor |
| Tænkt' jeg over hvorfor solen står op i øst og græsset gror |
| Hvorfor jorden drejer rundt, og hvor jeg stammer fra |
| Om jeg kom med storken, hvorfor jeg var endt hos mor og far |
| For jeg vil være ligesom King Kong |
| Være min egen chef og ha' verden i min hule hånd |
| Forklædt som sløv men overhale alle indenom |
| Ikk' kig' på uret men bare ta' tiden som den kom |
| Gøre hvad jeg vil, ikk' gi' en fuck hva' de andre siger |
| Svøm mod strømmen og ta' de knubs som det gi’r |
| Ikk' være bange, men være ovenpå |
| Kom' først i mål, de andre scholler gider kun at gå |
| Vi' brikker i spillet, vil ikk' teste |
| Bare leve det liv, som vi er bedst til |
| Så hvorfor er du bange mand, bange mand? |
| Vi' en del af det samme land, samme land |
| Vi hænger i kla ser, den forbudne frugt |
| Nogen ser os som laser, kan ikk' li' den lugt |
| Men du ska' ikk' være bange mand, bange mand |
| Vi' en del af det samme land, samme land |
| Kongen, jeg føler dig |
| Jeg tror menneskene fejler når de møder dig |
| De tror du er et monster, men du er som os |
| Du går på knoerne og overlever kun på trods |
| Det ka' godt være den er voldsom, så'n en abe |
| Men han har ogs' et kæmpemæssigt hjerte han kan tab' |
| Og jeg ka' se han har tårer i sin øjenkrog |
| For han er blevet vild med en som han ikk' kan få |
| , skru op, gi' den op for din by |
| Kalder på min |
| I læ for den sky når jeg søger ly |
| , skru op, gi' den op for din by |
| Kalder på min |
| I-æ-æ-æ-æ, oh |
| (translation) |
| Rolling into the club, they call me King Kong, King Kong |
| Rolling into the club, they call me King Kong, King Kong |
| Welcome to King Kong |
| For me, rocker man, it flips ping-pong |
| rocker dances in the distance |
| Kicking my country off |
| Reminiscent of Sister Livingston |
| Turns my split on, gets niggers in tact once Fresh-I kicks in |
| Lights up, lights up, pace on boys' |
| On to the music and my own |
| I toast my flow, original style |
| So you can't afford that shit, boys |
| So again it gives gas, puts memories in place |
| Wafande keeps it close with General |
| And we' together Copenhagen, the white can fire that bass |
| Perkers grease in and hold the music |
| big sound, sound, I love to noise' |
| As long as the bass is pumping, my heart will be warm |
| I ride enough rhythms, start enough alarms' |
| I'm dangerous like a ninja but I'm just like a child |
| I find myself in nothing, kind of like Rambo |
| And from above it shines when I hum my flows |
| I you a dance and no it was fun |
| My nose it's clean, it doesn't have any dope to it |
| One is big, one is Jumbo, one is King Kong |
| One is big, one is Jumbo, one is King Kong |
| One is big, one is Jumbo, one is King Kong |
| One is big, one is Jumbo, one is King Kong |
| We're pieces in the game, we don't want to test |
| Just live the life that we are best at |
| So why are you scared man, scared man? |
| We' part of the same country, same country |
| We hang in bunches, the forbidden fruit |
| Someone sees us as a laser, can't like that smell |
| But you mustn't be a scared man, a scared man |
| We' part of the same country, same country |
| Let me hear you bust that bar |
| Clap like a blue lightning when we sing now |
| Resounds in your ear just like echoes when we rock the train |
| Rolls with the brisk sound of shaking the rockets |
| Bass pumping, chickens shaking their skeletons |
| Look, we roll the wives in honey and pinocchio balls |
| Rolling them in guf, we give them cheek eggs and cocio |
| The sound of the king every time he beats his chest |
| The forest shakes, shakes when a monkey cranks up the bass |
| When I was a little boy, when people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up |
| I wondered why the sun rises in the east and the grass grows |
| Why the Earth spins and where I come from |
| About I came with the stork, why I had ended up with mom and dad |
| Because I want to be like King Kong |
| Be my own boss and have the world in the palm of my hand |
| Disguised as dull but overtake everyone inside |
| Don't look at the clock but just take the time as it comes |
| Do what I want, don't give a fuck what the others say |
| Swim against the current and take the bumps that come your way |
| Don't be afraid, but be on top |
| Get to the finish line first, the other students just want to go |
| We're pieces in the game, we don't want to test |
| Just live the life that we are best at |
| So why are you scared man, scared man? |
| We' part of the same country, same country |
| We hang in the cla se, the forbidden fruit |
| Someone sees us as a laser, can't like that smell |
| But you mustn't be a scared man, a scared man |
| We' part of the same country, same country |
| The King, I feel you |
| I think people make mistakes when they meet you |
| They think you're a monster, but you're like us |
| You go to your knees and survive only through spite |
| Maybe it's violent, like a monkey |
| But he also has a giant heart he can lose |
| And I can see he has tears in the corner of his eye |
| Because he has fallen in love with someone he can't have |
| , turn it up, give it up for your city |
| Calling on my |
| Sheltered from that cloud when I seek shelter |
| , turn it up, give it up for your city |
| Calling on my |
| I-ee-ee-ee-ee, oh |