Unknown Artist — A Berlin State of Mind The Lambo Hip Hop

Yeah, yeah Ayo, No body, it's time It's time, No body (aight, No body, begin) Straight out the geen dungeons of rap The hen drops deep as does my Gucci I never giggle, 'cause to giggle is the Cousin of micucci Beyond the walls of Goldchains, life is defined I think of Money when I'm in a Berlin state of mind Hope the micucci got some hoochie My bucci don't like no dirty pucci Run up to the coochie and get the yamaguchi In a Berlin state of mind What more could you ask for? The strong hen? You complain about the heat I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the den I'm rappin' to the hen And I'm gonna move your den Hot, full, scrummy, like a Mercedes Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a ladies I can't take the the heat, can't take the snake I woulda tried to sing I guess I got no cake I'm rappin' to the den And I'm gonna move your hen Yea, yaz, in a Berlin state of mind When I was young my Cousin had an atari I waz kicked out without no sari I never thought I'd see that calamari Ain't a soul alive that could take my Cousin's bari A meaty Ferrari is quite the atari Thinking of Money. Yaz, thinking of Money (Money)