Loco
Gzuz Lyrics
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Frische Felgen, Pitbull-Welpe (ja)
Ich bin der Selbe, mir ist nicht zu helfen (nee)
Presidential, Rolex-Armband (ching)
Und dich zu klatschen ist nur 'ne Straftat (tzah)
Sitz' im V8 an der Ampel (ah)
187, schwer bewaffnet (ja)
Was heut' passieren wird, wir leeren die Kasse (immer)
Flasche Bombay, sitz' am Rondell (ja)
Ich küss' dem Onkel seine Augen (ah)
Weit gekommen, heute Top Ten
Damals konnte es keiner glauben (niemand)
Mich sucht wieder die SoKo, SoKo und Kripo
(SoKo und Kripo, SoKo und Kripo)
Sie schießen von mir Fotos, Fokus auf Kilos
(Fokus auf Kilos, Fokus auf Kilos)
Filzen meine Wohnung, drohen mir mit Iso
(Sie drohen mir mit Iso, drohen mir mit Iso)
Digga, wir sind loco, Krokos in Videos (ja)
(187)
Ohne Zweifel (ja), Rote Meile (uh)
Wo sind meine großen Scheine? (Ach)
Scheiß Gesetze, keine Schwäche (niemals)
18-Karat, Weißgold-Kette (ching)
Ass im Ärmel, Gazo-Sweater (yes)
Kleinkaliber, Gewaltverbrecher (ja)
Verchromte Felgen, extrabreite (uh)
Schwarzgetönte Fensterscheiben
Geisteskranke Scheißbeamte
Sie kommen nicht von mir, eine Lampe
Inhaftierung oder Freispruch
Russisch Roullette, Hals- und Beinbruch (Beinbruch)
Mich sucht wieder die SoKo, SoKo und Kripo
(SoKo und Kripo, SoKo und Kripo)
Sie schießen von mir Fotos, Fokus auf Kilos
(Fokus auf Kilos, Fokus auf Kilos)
Filzen meine Wohnung, drohen mir mit Iso
(Sie drohen mir mit Iso, drohen mir mit Iso)
Digga, wir sind loco, Krokos in Videos
(187)
Kriminell, Kilo-Packs, drück' sie weg
Schnelles Geld, zehn Uhr morgens, wieder hell
Sie will Sex, fick' sie weg im Minivan
Und ab jetzt kann die Schlampe sagen, dass sie Gzuz kennt
Kriminell, Kilo-Packs, drück' sie weg
Schnelles Geld, zehn Uhr morgens, wieder hell
Sie will Sex, fick' sie weg im Minivan
Und ab jetzt kann die Schlampe sagen, dass sie Gzuz kennt
Mich sucht wieder die SoKo, SoKo und Kripo
(SoKo und Kripo, SoKo und Kripo)
Sie schießen von mir Fotos, Fokus auf Kilos
(Fokus auf Kilos, Fokus auf Kilos)
Filzen meine Wohnung, drohen mir mit Iso
(Sie drohen mir mit Iso, drohen mir mit Iso)
Digga, wir sind loco, Krokos in Videos
(187)
The song 'Loco' by Gzuz is a hip hop track that is all about living the fast life, showcasing his lavish lifestyle, and defying the law. The song starts with a reference to his fresh wheels and a pitbull puppy. The lyrics then go on to introduce Gzuz as a high roller adorned with a presidential Rolex watch. He makes it clear that hitting someone is only a crime, but everything else about his life is his own to live. He talks about sitting in his V8 car at the traffic lights, making eye contact with someone else's girl. The chorus talks about the police constantly watching him, trying to catch him for his illegal activities.
The second verse continues in the same vein, with Gzuz talking about the Rote Meile, a famous red light district in Germany, and his disdain for the law, as he feels no fear of being caught. He mentions his 18-karat gold chain and his Gazo sweater which he considers an ace in his sleeve. The lyrics continue with descriptions of Gzuz's life - black tinted windows, extra-wide chrome rims, and mentally ill police officers. The chorus is repeated twice again, indicating that the police are always on his trail, but Gzuz is not afraid.
Line by Line Meaning
Frische Felgen, Pitbull-Welpe (ja)
I have a new set of wheels and a cute puppy, yeah.
Ich bin der Selbe, mir ist nicht zu helfen (nee)
I am who I am, and nothing can change that, no.
Presidential, Rolex-Armband (ching)
I'm on top, with a fancy watch on my wrist, ching.
Und dich zu klatschen ist nur 'ne Straftat (tzah)
Violently attacking you would only lead to legal trouble, tzah.
Sitz' im V8 an der Ampel (ah)
I'm waiting at the traffic light in a powerful V8 car, ah.
Blickkontakt mit deiner Schlampe
I catch your girlfriend staring at me.
187, schwer bewaffnet (ja)
My gang is notorious and carries heavy weaponry, yeah.
Was heut' passieren wird, wir leeren die Kasse (immer)
We're going to empty the cash register today, no matter what, always.
Flasche Bombay, sitz' am Rondell (ja)
I'm drinking Bombay Sapphire gin, sitting at a roundabout, yeah.
Ich küss' dem Onkel seine Augen (ah)
I'm so successful that I'm even able to kiss my uncle's eyes in appreciation, ah.
Weit gekommen, heute Top Ten
I've come a long way and now I'm in the top ten.
Damals konnte es keiner glauben (niemand)
No one believed it was possible back then, nobody.
Mich sucht wieder die SoKo, SoKo und Kripo
The Special Commission and Criminal Investigation Department are looking for me again.
(SoKo und Kripo, SoKo und Kripo)
(Special Commission and Criminal Investigation Department, Special Commission and Criminal Investigation Department)
Sie schießen von mir Fotos, Fokus auf Kilos
They're taking pictures of me, focusing on the weight of drugs I might have.
(Fokus auf Kilos, Fokus auf Kilos)
(Focusing on the weight of drugs, focusing on the weight of drugs)
Filzen meine Wohnung, drohen mir mit Iso
They're searching my apartment and threatening me with isolation.
(Sie drohen mir mit Iso, drohen mir mit Iso)
(They're threatening me with isolation, threatening me with isolation)
Digga, wir sind loco, Krokos in Videos (ja)
Man, we're crazy, featuring crocodiles in our videos, yeah.
(187)
(Gang 187)
Ohne Zweifel (ja), Rote Meile (uh)
Without a doubt, I'm on Hamburg's notorious 'Red Mile', uh.
Wo sind meine großen Scheine? (Ach)
Where are my big bills? (sigh)
Scheiß Gesetze, keine Schwäche (niemals)
Fuck the laws, no weakness ever.
18-Karat, Weißgold-Kette (ching)
I'm wearing an 18-carat white gold chain, ching.
Ass im Ärmel, Gazo-Sweater (yes)
I have an ace up my sleeve and I'm wearing a sweater with my name 'Gazo' on it, yes.
Kleinkaliber, Gewaltverbrecher (ja)
I use small guns, but I'm a violent criminal, yeah.
Verchromte Felgen, extrabreite (uh)
My wheels are chromed and extra-wide, uh.
Schwarzgetönte Fensterscheiben
My car windows are heavily tinted.
Geisteskranke Scheißbeamte
These crazy cop bastards.
Sie kommen nicht von mir, eine Lampe
I'm not talking to them, not even if they put a lamp in my face.
Inhaftierung oder Freispruch
Either I go to prison or I walk free.
Russisch Roullette, Hals- und Beinbruch (Beinbruch)
Playing Russian Roulette, good luck (literally: 'neck and leg break').
Kriminell, Kilo-Packs, drück' sie weg
I'm a criminal, dealing with kilos of drugs, trying to push them away.
Schnelles Geld, zehn Uhr morgens, wieder hell
Fast money, it's 10 am and it's getting bright again.
Sie will Sex, fick' sie weg im Minivan
She wants sex, so I have sex with her in my minivan and then leave.
Und ab jetzt kann die Schlampe sagen, dass sie Gzuz kennt
And from now on, that bitch can say she knows Gzuz.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jonas Klauss, David Kraft, Tim Wilke, Bojan Ivetic
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Jan P.
on CL500
I have achieved success and invested my money well
I have a CL 500 car and now i burn rubber (Burnout-Tires)
Freshly wrapped and I want to thank my fans for making it possible
Thanks to all my fans for making this amazing car a reality
Everyone is silent when we go to the gas station
Drive very slowly to the gas station to show off my car
My car key turns her on and she starts giving me oral sex
She thinks I'll pick her up, but she'll be waiting forever
I'm wearing a tank top and have a sharp toothpick
I press the gas pedal without any concern for speeding tickets
I have expensive Alcantara seats, and now I don't have to use public transportation
My car, Gazo, is the father of CLK cars
My car is a pussy magnet, just by its presence
Don't come near me with your small BMW, you'll be disappointed
Don't be surprised if you don't get any attention from women
You don't have a CL 500 Daimler Coupe like me
I count our profits in my CL 500 car
I drive around aimlessly, just to show off my car
Your girl thinks I'm lying about my car
When I accelerate, my car makes a roaring sound
I pleasure myself while sitting in my CL 500 car
You ask me how much horsepower my car has, it's 308
My car's B-pillar is powerful and strong
Your girl gets excited, and you think I'm a fool
I say it's the V8 engine that makes noise at night
My performance tonight is so loud, it echoes on the streets
My exhaust system creates an amazing sound
I got some years in jail for robbery in the past
Nowadays, Gazi gets paid for his performances (what else?)
My earnings pay for the gas in my car
This car and my love for it is an obsession
I prefer the smell of gasoline over women
Life is easy when my car is rolling
Success comes after I got my CL car, man
Hey, I don't need gold or a Rolls-Royce
The Mercedes star on my car's grill makes me very proud
We make bubbling sounds as we drive around
More bubbling sounds as we continue driving
five euros gone
ten euros gone
Mothafucka
on Klack 18.30
Clack 18:30
8 Squaremeters
I'd be a hero, but the state says criminal offender
Lot's of Traitors, few straight boyz
A bit of mail and working out, just so the day goes by
pretrial Visitorsday
mama's not okay
how many times she's cursed my name
soon everythings gon' be okay
My Hands are sweaty
Back to the cell again
Carving numbers in the wall
"THINK ABOUT TITS!"
Taking Drugs - No problem
Tattoos - No problem