Paris
Haiyti Lyrics
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Wie die Straßen von Paris
Mische den Wodka mit Cassis
Und der Block tanzt zu dem Beat
Gib mir die Waffe und ich schieß'
Haiyti plakativ
Schüsse, sie fallen auf Granit
Und der Block tanzt zu dem Beat (ürgh)
Gib mir ein' Hunderter, schick' dich ins Wunderland, uh, ja (ey)
Alles ist wunderbar, das ist dein Untergang, uh, ja (ürgh)
Habe die Klunker an, kostet 200k, uh, ja
Behalte die Oberhand, doch komm' wieder unten an (ey)
Karma im Arsch (ah), haram gemacht (ah)
I'm a Ticker, Karambolage (heh)
Verpasse das Cash (ey), baller' paar Bars
Hast du gedacht, Kalasch aus Spaß
Abrakadabra und das war's
Ich bin Star, Dicka, amena
Tags Spießer, nachts Dealer
Und ich fahr' Beamer, Brate, sta ima
Tags Keeper, nachts Spieler
Gib mir ein' Hunderter, schick' dich ins Wunderland, uh, ja
Alles ist wunderbar, das ist dein Untergang, uh, ja
Habe die Klunker an, kostet 200k, uh, ja
Behalte die Oberhand, doch komm' wieder unten an (ey, heh)
Habe das nicht gewollt, jeden Tag auf der Flucht (uh, ja)
Mache nur Dreck zu Gold und du bist atemlos (uh, ja)
Ich werde verfolgt wegen mei'm Habitus (uh, ja)
Ich weiß nicht, was ihr wollt, bin auf dem Partyboot (puh)
Ich bin Star, Dicka, amena
Tags Spießer, nachts Dealer
Und ich fahr' Beamer, Brate, sta ima
Tags Keeper, nachts Spieler
Gib mir ein' Hunderter, schick' dich ins Wunderland, uh, ja
Alles ist wunderbar, das ist dein Untergang, uh, ja
Habe die Klunker an, kostet 200k, uh, ja
Behalte die Oberhand, doch komm' wieder unten an
The song "Paris" by Haiyti is an exploration of the luxurious but dangerous lifestyle of a drug dealer. The opening lines compare the power of a pounding rock beat to the dangerous streets of Paris. The lyrics go on to describe the high life of a drug dealer, enjoying expensive drinks and showing off expensive jewelry to the sound of the beat. Haiyti's character is not afraid to use violence to maintain their power, as evidenced by the reference to falling shots on granite. The repeated chorus emphasizes the precariousness of this lifestyle - everything may seem wonderful, but it's all going to come crashing down eventually.
The verses also reveal some of the difficulties of this lifestyle. Haiyti's character is constantly on the run and has a sense of paranoia that they will be caught. They also seem to be struggling with their own guilt, as they try to justify their actions with the idea that they are turning "dirt into gold." The repeated assertion that they are a star suggests that they are constantly seeking validation for their actions, but ultimately they know that their status is built on a shaky foundation.
Overall, "Paris" is a commentary on the seductive but ultimately destructive world of drug dealing. Haiyti's lyrics illustrate the contradictions and tensions inherent in this lifestyle, celebrating its extravagance while also revealing the underlying danger.
Line by Line Meaning
Digga, der Rock, er ballert mies
Hey, my music is really great and a hit just like the streets of Paris
Wie die Straßen von Paris
Just like the streets of Paris, my music is full of life
Mische den Wodka mit Cassis
I mix my drinks with the right combination to really enjoy the good times
Und der Block tanzt zu dem Beat
My music is so catchy that even the neighborhood can't help but dance to it
Gib mir die Waffe und ich schieß'
Give me a chance and you'll see my true potential, I can really make a difference
Haiyti plakativ
I'm always in your face, unapologetically myself
Schüsse, sie fallen auf Granit
I'm tough and fearless, nothing can shake me
Gib mir ein' Hunderter, schick' dich ins Wunderland, uh, ja
Give me some money and I'll transport you to another world, trust me
Alles ist wunderbar, das ist dein Untergang, uh, ja
Everything is just perfect, but if you're not careful it could be your downfall
Habe die Klunker an, kostet 200k, uh, ja
I'm living in luxury, nothing but the finest jewels and fashion for me
Behalte die Oberhand, doch komm' wieder unten an
I'll always be on top, but I understand the importance of coming back down to earth
Karma im Arsch (ah), haram gemacht (ah)
I may have done some bad things in the past, but it's not going to bring me down
I'm a Ticker, Karambolage (heh)
I'm a true rebel, always living on the edge
Verpasse das Cash (ey), baller' paar Bars
I'm always hustling and grinding, never one to miss a chance to make some money
Hast du gedacht, Kalasch aus Spaß
You may think I'm just playing around, but I'm deadly serious about my work
Abrakadabra und das war's
I make things happen, just like magic
Ich bin Star, Dicka, amena
I'm a star, always shining bright no matter what
Tags Spießer, nachts Dealer
During the day I may look like a normal person, but at night I'm a dealer
Und ich fahr' Beamer, Brate, sta ima
I drive a luxury car and live my best life, always enjoying the best things
Tags Keeper, nachts Spieler
During the day I may have responsibilities, but at night I'm a player
Habe das nicht gewollt, jeden Tag auf der Flucht (uh, ja)
I didn't choose this life, but I'm always on the run trying to stay ahead of the game
Mache nur Dreck zu Gold und du bist atemlos (uh, ja)
I can turn something that seems worthless into something valuable, leaving you in awe
Ich werde verfolgt wegen mei'm Habitus (uh, ja)
People may judge me based on my appearance or lifestyle, but I won't let that stop me
Ich weiß nicht, was ihr wollt, bin auf dem Partyboot (puh)
I don't really care what others want or think, I'm just here to have a good time
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Written by: Ronja Zschoche, Laurin Auth, Rahim Erbil
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