Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rocker Den Spot , by - TegnedrengenRelease date: 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 |