Paroles et traduction Alpa Gun feat. Ceza - Turkish Style

Turkish Style

Yeah, Guck mich an wie ich mich style und anzieh
Nike Schuhe und die Jacke von Armani
Ich bin kein Alki doch heute lass ich den Kanacken raus
Ich mach ne Flasche auf und gib jedem ein Raki aus
Egal ob aus Berlin, Burdur oder Hatay
Richtige Türken tanzen Zeybek oder Halay
Aynen, ich und meine Rayban
Chillen hier im VIP und feiern ohne ein Cent
Da mich jedes Schwein kennt, mach ich nicht mehr tek tek
Lan ich mach jetzt Rap und bin endlich von diesem Dreck weg, echt jetzt
Keine Sorge, jeder kommt hier heute rein
Alpa Gun ist jetzte In und macht den türkisch deutschen style
Nenn mich Abi, Alper oder Usta
Lan ich mache Party mit Davul und Zurna
Wackel mit der Schulter und geh in die Hocke
Schnipse mit den Händen, hab die Hose in der Socke, haydaaa
Ohne mich läuft hier gar nix
Hörst du die Darbuka denn dieser Rap ist orientalisch

Esmer kizin adi Nazli, yasi olmus yirmialti
Kiz ben seni isterim, ama baban cok inatci
Ah su adamdan biktim ama, sari cizmeli mehmet aga
Birgün verir kizini, birgün verir kizini
Hopa sina sina nay sinanaynay, hele sina sina nay sinanaynay
Ah su babandan biktim ama, sari cizmeli mehmet aga

Gelin, gelin beri bi gelin, gelin biberi sürerim agzina
Senin benim yanar icim, senin dilin benim dilim
Müzikden calirim, sen oyna dilberim
Sen oyna hemde alninda, parayla bi sarayda
Gereksiz düsünceler, aklinizdan silinsin
Sallanmayin aptal gibi, dans edilmez muziksiz
Degisik atmosfer gelince, sallanir her el
Degistirmisiz atmosferi, simdi Alpa Gun ve ben, dur yapma kur kal kal
Burda dur bak, izle dinle seyret, budur harbi?
Senin teker patlak, adina deme kaltak, her türlü nazi kirariz
Biz alimallah, bak bu cok sakin korkmayin
Burda bos yok, bu Rap′ler paslanmaz
Ceza ise no frost, durmadan kosuyorum
Benim isim hep? Sen hala naz yapiyorsan, sana yok?

Links von mir Ayla und rechts von mir Elena
So komm ich an die Theke und spuck in dein' Jäger
Glaub mir, nicht jeder ist so ′n Türke wie A.L
Denn wenn ich feier, dann mach ich Stimmung wie Cartel
So muss es sein, ich will dass die Männer ausrasten
Und all die Mädchen auf den Tischen mit dem Bauch tanzen
Ayva, wir feiern wie keiner
Wir leben von Hartz IV, doch fahr'n dafür ein' Daimler
Und, wir stehen auf Weiber - Jessica Alba
In Istanbul jubeln sie für Ceza und Alpa, Alter
Oh, bist du bereit? Dann lass uns jetzt battlen
Ich kenne keine Gegner im Rap oder Backgammon
Lass mal, ich mach mein Ding und basta
Und du kannst mir dabei zugucken vor deinem Plasma
Guck mal wie ich tanze, hab die Hände oben
Und geh in die Hocke, mit dem Knie auf den Boden
Haydaaa ob Misket oder Harmandali
Ich hab das alles drauf, a.k.a der Almanci

Esmer kizin adi Nazli, yasi olmus yirmialti
Kiz ben seni isterim, ama baban cok inatci
Ah su adamdan biktim ama, sari cizmeli mehmet aga
Birgün verir kizini, birgün verir kizini
Hopa sina sina nay sinanaynay, hele sina sina nay sinanaynay
Ah su babandan biktim ama, sari cizmeli mehmet aga

Turkish Style

Yeah, check out my style and how I dress
Nike shoes and an Armani jacket, no less
I'm not an alcoholic, but tonight I'm letting my inner Turk loose
I'm popping open a bottle and giving everyone a shot of Raki, juice
Whether you're from Berlin, Burdur, or Hatay
Real Turks dance Zeybek or Halay, all the way
Right on, me and my Raybans
Chilling here in the VIP, partying without spending a cent
Since every pig knows me, I don't do the tek tek anymore
Man, I'm doing rap now and finally got away from that dirt, for sure
Don't worry, everyone's getting in tonight
Alpa Gun is in now and doing the Turkish-German style, alright
Call me Abi, Alper, or Usta
Man, I'm partying with Davul and Zurna, let's have a blast-a
Shake your shoulders and get low, down to the floor
Snap your fingers, pants tucked in your socks, haydaaa, let's roar
Nothing happens here without me, that's the truth
Listen to the Darbuka, 'cause this rap is oriental, smooth

The brunette's name is Nazli, she's twenty-six years old
Girl, I want you, but your father is so stubborn, I'm told
Ah, I'm tired of this man, yellow-booted Mehmet Aga
One day he'll give you away, one day he'll let go of ya
Hopa sina sina nay sinanaynay, hele sina sina nay sinanaynay
Ah, I'm tired of your father, yellow-booted Mehmet Aga

Come, come closer, my dear, come, I'll rub pepper on your lips, don't fear
My heart burns for you, your language is my language, it's clear
I'll play the music, you dance, my beauty, sway and twirl
Dance, even with money on your forehead, in a palace, my girl
Unnecessary thoughts, erase them from your mind
Don't sway like a fool, you can't dance without the music, you'll find
When a different atmosphere arrives, every hand will wave
We've changed the atmosphere, now it's Alpa Gun and me, stop acting tough, behave
Stop right here, look, listen, watch, is this real?
Your tire is flat, don't call her a bitch, we'll break any Nazi, that's the deal
We're alright, look, this is calm, don't be afraid
There's no emptiness here, these raps won't rust, they're made
Ceza is no frost, I keep running, that's my pace
My name is always? If you're still acting up, there's no place for you in this space

Ayla on my left and Elena on my right
That's how I get to the counter and spit in your Jäger, out of sight
Believe me, not every Turk is like A.L
Because when I party, I bring the mood like Cartel, I prevail
That's how it has to be, I want the men to go wild
And all the girls to dance on the tables with their bellies, going riled
Ayva, we party like no other, it's true
We live on welfare, but we drive a Daimler, through and through
And, we're into women - Jessica Alba, that's our type
In Istanbul, they cheer for Ceza and Alpa, hype
Oh, are you ready? Then let's battle now, show your might
I don't know any opponents in rap or backgammon, in this fight
Forget it, I do my thing and that's it, basta
And you can watch me do it in front of your plasma, that's the cast-a
Look how I dance, hands up high, feeling the groove
And get low, with my knee on the ground, I move
Haydaaa, whether it's Misket or Harmandali
I'm good at it all, a.k.a the Almanci, you see

The brunette's name is Nazli, she's twenty-six years old
Girl, I want you, but your father is so stubborn, I'm told
Ah, I'm tired of this man, yellow-booted Mehmet Aga
One day he'll give you away, one day he'll let go of ya
Hopa sina sina nay sinanaynay, hele sina sina nay sinanaynay
Ah, I'm tired of your father, yellow-booted Mehmet Aga