The asphalt shook, it thumped in my ear
When I lost my young heart to a fat beat
Since then I've liked the city more than before
When I cruise through Berlin City, reggae's my engine
I sing on my bike, sometimes bass, sometimes tenor
At home I crank the sound, the neighbors got humor
They're into fresh downbeats from my record store
Concrete jungle, supersonic soundsystem culture
When party's on, we're on the dancefloor
The DJ drops the verse and the Jarvis the chorus
You sink in the bass like a bog corpse in the swamp
It drives you to your knees, 'cause the rhythm's hardcore
We shake what we've got till seven a.m
Elsewhere there's a curfew, here it's the garbage crew
Then we build a fat pipe, yeah, that happens
And blow thick smoke through the Brandenburg Gate
Big B, home on the Spree
In summer you're sweet, in winter it hurts
Mama Berlin, bricks and gasoline
We love your scent when we roam the blocks
Big B, home on the Spree
In summer you're sweet, in winter it hurts
Mama Berlin, bricks and gasoline
We love your scent when we roam the blocks
Berlin air, compared to other cities
Offers the tastiest flavor, the very best qualities
To celebrate parades and exclusive parties
The masses are here now, nobody asked them to
Back then Berlin was about tanks and rockets
Now I live in the East amid flowery wallpaper
I don't care too much about coins and cash
I build a track here and there, but a solid one
Coolness-wise the city's bursting at the seams
But where are the dudes who really step up
To knead their potential, their styles while it's hot
Too much lung power for too few trumpets
Big B, home on the Spree
In summer you're sweet, in winter it hurts
Mama Berlin, bricks and gasoline
We love your scent when we roam the blocks
Big B, home on the Spree
In summer you're sweet, in winter it hurts
Mama Berlin, bricks and gasoline
We love your scent when we roam the blocks
Big B, home on the Spree
In summer you're sweet, in winter it hurts
Mama Berlin, bricks and gasoline
We love your scent when we roam the blocks
Big B, home on the Spree
In summer you're sweet, in winter it hurts
Mama Berlin, bricks and gasoline
We love your scent when we roam the blocks