Yeah
We're back in the bizz
And it goes like this
Come on motherf*cker, put your hands in the air
We don't give a f*ck, we are the German nightmare
We are back in the bizz, the scene is under attack
Rims are spinning fast of the deep black Cadillac
Kings of the underground, back on the hunting ground
Stick your hands up, pay the bill, hail the crown
When the score has to settle, push the pedal to the metal
Backyard fights in front of headlight dazzles
We sound like a gun, it goes boom boom pow
Let us share the black credit card and pump up the sound
We're everything that you wanted
Pushed it back where it started
What we made will last forever, forever
We're back from the ashes
Turn hate into passion
What we made will last forever
We're back in the bizz
And it goes like this
Come on motherf*cker, put your hands in the air
We don't give a f*ck, we are the German nightmare
The EC is back, we put some meth on the track
Spitting rhymes like a shotgun, dead on target
Still the coolest motherf*ckers of the hood
Blowing up your speakers everytime our bass drops
2010, sippin' Bombay with a straw
Come into your club, pay the bill with a chainsaw
We sound like a gun, it goes boom boom pow
Let us share the black credit card and pump up the sound
We're everything that you wanted
Pushed it back where it started
What we made will last forever, forever
We're back from the ashes
Turn hate into passion
What we made will last forever
Yeah
I'll tell you once and forever
We're back in the bizz
And it goes like this
Come on motherf*cker, put your hands in the air
We don't give a f*ck, we are the German nightmare
We're everything that you wanted
Pushed it back where it started
What we made will last forever, forever
We're back from the ashes
Turn hate into passion
What we made will last forever
Back in the Bizz Video (MV)
Performed By: Eskimo Callboy
Length: 3:07
Written by: Sebastian Biesler, David Karl Friedrich, Daniel Haniss, Daniel Klossek, Marcel Neumann, Kevin Ratajczak, Pascal Schillo
Eskimo Callboy - Back in the Bizz Lyrics
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Yeah
We're back in the bizz
And it goes like this
Come on motherf*cker, put your hands in the air
We don't give a f*ck, we are the German nightmare
We are back in the bizz, the scene is under attack
Rims are spinning fast of the deep black Cadillac
Kings of the underground, back on the hunting ground
Stick your hands up, pay the bill, hail the crown
When the score has to settle, push the pedal to the metal
Backyard fights in front of headlight dazzles
We sound like a gun, it goes boom boom pow
Let us share the black credit card and pump up the sound
We're everything that you wanted
Pushed it back where it started
What we made will last forever, forever
We're back from the ashes
Turn hate into passion
What we made will last forever
We're back in the bizz
And it goes like this
Come on motherf*cker, put your hands in the air
We don't give a f*ck, we are the German nightmare
The EC is back, we put some meth on the track
Spitting rhymes like a shotgun, dead on target
Still the coolest motherf*ckers of the hood
Blowing up your speakers everytime our bass drops
2010, sippin' Bombay with a straw
Come into your club, pay the bill with a chainsaw
We sound like a gun, it goes boom boom pow
Let us share the black credit card and pump up the sound
We're everything that you wanted
Pushed it back where it started
What we made will last forever, forever
We're back from the ashes
Turn hate into passion
What we made will last forever
Yeah
I'll tell you once and forever
We're back in the bizz
And it goes like this
Come on motherf*cker, put your hands in the air
We don't give a f*ck, we are the German nightmare
We're everything that you wanted
Pushed it back where it started
What we made will last forever, forever
We're back from the ashes
Turn hate into passion
What we made will last forever
We're back in the bizz
And it goes like this
Come on motherf*cker, put your hands in the air
We don't give a f*ck, we are the German nightmare
We are back in the bizz, the scene is under attack
Rims are spinning fast of the deep black Cadillac
Kings of the underground, back on the hunting ground
Stick your hands up, pay the bill, hail the crown
When the score has to settle, push the pedal to the metal
Backyard fights in front of headlight dazzles
We sound like a gun, it goes boom boom pow
Let us share the black credit card and pump up the sound
We're everything that you wanted
Pushed it back where it started
What we made will last forever, forever
We're back from the ashes
Turn hate into passion
What we made will last forever
We're back in the bizz
And it goes like this
Come on motherf*cker, put your hands in the air
We don't give a f*ck, we are the German nightmare
The EC is back, we put some meth on the track
Spitting rhymes like a shotgun, dead on target
Still the coolest motherf*ckers of the hood
Blowing up your speakers everytime our bass drops
2010, sippin' Bombay with a straw
Come into your club, pay the bill with a chainsaw
We sound like a gun, it goes boom boom pow
Let us share the black credit card and pump up the sound
We're everything that you wanted
Pushed it back where it started
What we made will last forever, forever
We're back from the ashes
Turn hate into passion
What we made will last forever
Yeah
I'll tell you once and forever
We're back in the bizz
And it goes like this
Come on motherf*cker, put your hands in the air
We don't give a f*ck, we are the German nightmare
We're everything that you wanted
Pushed it back where it started
What we made will last forever, forever
We're back from the ashes
Turn hate into passion
What we made will last forever
Writer: Sebastian Biesler, David Karl Friedrich, Daniel Haniss, Daniel Klossek, Marcel Neumann, Kevin Ratajczak, Pascal Schillo
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management