Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rocker Den Spot, artist - Tegnedrengen
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Song language: Danish
Rocker Den Spot(original) |
Vi rocker den spot fra gadehjørne, til gadehjørne, så hvad |
Vi rocker den spot fra bydel, til bydel, så hvad |
Du går for de der ting ting, det der bling bling der skinner |
Fuck dit klædeskab, jeg går for pinde, gin og kvinder |
Jeg' en midtermand selvom jeg' flyttet til københavn |
Laver lokumsrap lissom' Lyricist Lounge |
Jeg staver mit navn, T, udråbstegn, udråbstegn, superstar |
Super super rhymes i en kugleregn |
Jeg opfinder nye flows med mere punch end boksning |
Og du i vejen lissom' fuckin' småting |
Det skrappe løjer, gir' MC’s paranoia |
En flok papegøjer der suger diddik for en pakke smøger |
Ey yo det' Jooks og du ved hvor jeg st-stammer fra |
Ham der piller dig ned så selv min mama skammer sig |
Ham der, ka' bli' din kammerat for et gram galar |
Ham der, spørger hvem er manden, og altid forlanger svar |
Ja hvem er manden, hvem er manden, jeg tænkte det nok |
Jeg ham der tømmer sit glas imens den næste drink blir' skænket op |
Jeg ham der aldrig nogensinde falder af |
Og frem for alt er jeg ham der er i dit deck nat og dag |
(translation) |
We rock that spot from street corner, to street corner, so what |
We rock that spot from borough, to borough, so what |
You go for those things things, that bling bling that shines |
Fuck your wardrobe, I go for sticks, gin and women |
I'm a middle man even though I moved to Copenhagen |
Making locum rap lissom' Lyricist Lounge |
I spell my name, T, exclamation point, exclamation mark, superstar |
Super super rhymes in a rain of bullets |
I invent new flows with more punch than boxing |
And you in the way of lissom' fuckin' little things |
The rough jokes give the MC's paranoia |
A flock of parrots sucking diddik for a pack of cigarettes |
Ey yo det' Jooks and you know where I st-come from |
The one who peels you down so even my mama is ashamed |
Him there, ka' bli' your comrade for a gram of galar |
Him there, asking who is the man, and always demanding an answer |
Yeah, who's the man, who's the man, I thought |
I him who empties his glass while the next drink is being poured |
I the one who never ever falls off |
And above all, I am the one who is in your deck night and day |