Текст и перевод песни LCone - 1, 2, 3

1, 2, 3

Ech stah am Mändig ned uf nei ech penn bis am 1
Du am stärbe bem Job, ech am henge dihei
De Clubbodä hed mis Handy zerteilt
Unter Brüedere werd teilt aber bang sie allei
LCone esch schön wien es Beld, esch zwar blöd ii sim Grind
Aber d′Wörter hend killt
Mech möchet die Möse ned wild
Die hend höchstens es Chind oder en tötliche Pilz
Figg uf Lüt wo ned gönnet was machsch
Die send meischtens so sick wells ned schaffet was schaffsch
Sie säget Livio du fluechsch eifach z'viel
Aber scheiss drüber, ech schrieb es fucking Buech wenn ech will

Mini Jungs send am suffe am 1 (nei mer gönd noni hei)
Mini Jungs sie chotzet am 2

Mini Jungs send am suffe am 1
Ond sie chotzet am 2 aber gönd nonig hei
Hei, nei mer gönd nonig hei, mer gönd nonig hei, mer gönd nonig hei
Mini Jungs send am 3 im Spital aber
Lütet no ah well mer gönd nonig hei
Hei, nei mer gönd nonig hei, mer gönd nonig hei, mer gönd nonig hei
Nei, nei

Ech schiss uf dine Lap-Dance Story ii de Snapchat Story, hähähä
Well du checksch es noni
Missgeburt ech mach Rapper zu Cash
Ond lah Bonzä lah regnä wie die Blätter im Herbscht
Ändi Monet frissi Brot met chle Salz ond
Chle Luft ond chle nüt ond chle Kot vomne Chalb
Afang Monet wieder Sushi vom Coop ond
Als Dessert gihds 1, 2 Pussies vom Dorf
Ech bring de why (?) wie die Schwiiz
Aber d′Lüt wo da läbet findets leider ned real
Ah mine Gigs bini heisser am Schluss
Säg no öppis wege real ond es flügt Blei dür die Luft

Mini Jungs send am suffe am 1 (nei mer gönd noni hei)
Mini Jungs sie chotzet am 2

Mini Jungs send am suffe am 1
Ond sie chotzet am 2 aber gönd nonig hei
Hei, nei mer gönd nonig hei, mer gönd nonig hei, mer gönd nonig hei
Mini Jungs send am 3 im Spital aber
Lütet no ah well mer gönd nonig hei
Hei, nei mer gönd nonig hei, mer gönd nonig hei, mer gönd nonig hei

Ech schrieb es Buech wenn ech will
Ech ha ja gseid ech schrieb es Buech wenn ech will
über Anarchie, Verhaltenstherapie ond de ganzi blödi Schrott, hähä
Ech schrieb es Buech wenn ech will
Ha ja gseid ech schrieb es Buech wenn ech will über Verhaltenstherapie
Ond die ganzi Anarchie aber leider
Hend d'Kollege grad eh Primakov debi

Mini Jungs send am suffe am 1
Ond sie chotzet am 2 aber gönd nonig hei
Hei, nei mer gönd nonig hei, mer gönd nonig hei, mer gönd nonig hei
Mini Jungs send am 3 im Spital aber
Lütet no ah well mer gönd nonig hei
Hei, nei mer gönd nonig hei, mer gönd nonig hei, mer gönd nonig hei
Nei, nei, nei, nei, nei, nei, nei, nei

1, 2, 3

I ain't getting up on Monday, babe, I'm sleeping till 1
You're dying at your job, I'm chilling at home
The club night shattered my phone
Brothers share, but they're all scared alone
LCone is beautiful like a picture, though his mind is kinda dumb
But his words have killed
Those girls don't want me wild
They'd rather have a kid or a deadly mushroom
Screw people who don't appreciate what you do
They're mostly so sick because they don't achieve what you do
They say, "Livio, you curse too much"
But screw it, I'll write a damn book if I want to

My boys are boozing on the 1st (nah, we ain't going home yet)
My boys are doing lines on the 2nd

My boys are boozing on the 1st
And they're doing lines on the 2nd, but still ain't going home
Hey, nah we ain't going home yet, we ain't going home yet, we ain't going home yet
My boys are in the hospital on the 3rd but
They're still partying cause we ain't going home yet
Hey, nah we ain't going home yet, we ain't going home yet, we ain't going home yet
Nah, nah

I don't care about your lap-dance stories on Snapchat, hahaha
Cause you still don't get it
Miscarriage, I turn rappers into cash
And make bills rain like autumn leaves
At the end of the month, you eat bread with a little salt and
A little air and a little nothing and a little calf poop
At the beginning of the month, it's back to Coop sushi and
For dessert, there's 1, 2 pussies from the village
I bring the why (?) like Switzerland
But the people who live here unfortunately don't find it real
Even at my gigs, I'm hotter at the end
Say something about "real" again and lead will fly through the air

My boys are boozing on the 1st (nah, we ain't going home yet)
My boys are doing lines on the 2nd

My boys are boozing on the 1st
And they're doing lines on the 2nd, but still ain't going home
Hey, nah we ain't going home yet, we ain't going home yet, we ain't going home yet
My boys are in the hospital on the 3rd but
They're still partying cause we ain't going home yet
Hey, nah we ain't going home yet, we ain't going home yet, we ain't going home yet

I'll write a book if I want to
Yeah, I said I'll write a book if I want to
About anarchy, behavioral therapy and all that stupid crap, haha
I'll write a book if I want to
Yeah, I said I'll write a book if I want to, about behavioral therapy
And all the anarchy, but unfortunately
My buddies just got some Primakov

My boys are boozing on the 1st
And they're doing lines on the 2nd, but still ain't going home
Hey, nah we ain't going home yet, we ain't going home yet, we ain't going home yet
My boys are in the hospital on the 3rd but
They're still partying cause we ain't going home yet
Hey, nah we ain't going home yet, we ain't going home yet, we ain't going home yet
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah