The asphalt floor trembled, it throbbed in my ear
When I lost my young heart to a thick beat
Since then, I like the city better than before
When I cruise through Berlin-City, Reggae is my engine

I sing on the bike, sometimes bass and sometimes tenor
At home, I turn up the sound, the neighbors have humor
They like fresh downbeats from my record store
Concrete Jungle, Supersonic, Soundsystem culture

When there's a party, we're on the dance floor
The DJ does the verse and the Jarvis the chorus
You sink into the bass like a bog body in the moor
It forces you to your knees, because the rhythm is hardcore

We shake what we have until seven in the morning
Elsewhere there's a curfew, here we have garbage collection
Then we build a thick pipe, it happens sometimes
And blow thick smoke through the Brandenburg Gate

Big B, up on the Spree
In summer you do well and in winter it hurts
Mama Berlin likes stone and gasoline
We love your scent when we roam the streets

Big B, up on the Spree
In summer you do well and in winter it hurts
Mama Berlin likes stone and gasoline
We love your scent when we roam the streets

The 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, no one asked them to come

In the past, Berlin was all about tanks and rockets
Today I live in the East between floral wallpapers
Don't care too much about thalers and money
Build a track here and there, but a concrete one

In terms of coolness, the city is bursting at the seams
But where are the guys who seriously compete
To mold their potential, their styles hot?
Too much power in the lungs for too few trumpets

Big B, up on the Spree
In summer you do well and in winter it hurts
Mama Berlin likes stone and gasoline
We love your scent when we roam the streets

Big B, up on the Spree
In summer you do well and in winter it hurts
Mama Berlin likes stone and gasoline
We love your scent when we roam the streets

This a one name it nice reggae music me say nice, nice
Inna Berlin is just like a paradise, it nice
Everybody say dem love di vibes, vibes
When the reggae play dem say dem feel alright
When the reggae play trust me ju nah fe worry
Everybody come the reggae vibes dem all a study
Make we take a check up pan the crew dem way promote it
'Cause a reggae well it come fe run the city
Every Monday night you now say dat a Escobar
Coming from near me say you coming from far
Every Tuesday night you now say dat a Tanzbar
Everybody go dey want fe look like a star
Every Wednesday night you can go check out subground
Way the reggae music mash the whole place down
Black Kappa voice coming through di microphone
An' make me say one love to all of the sound
Big up Barney Millah, Concrete Jungle Crew dem
Big up Panza, Supersonic Crew dem
Big up Alex an' the Such A Sound Crew dem
And make me say one love to the nex sound dem
So we sing

Big B, up on the Spree
In summer you do well and in winter it hurts
Mama Berlin likes stone and gasoline
We love your scent when we roam the streets

Big B, up on the Spree
In summer you do well and in winter it hurts
Mama Berlin likes stone and gasoline
We love your scent when we roam the streets

Big B
Big B
Big B
Big B

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