Translation of the song lyrics Flow Original - Mr. Yosie Locote

Flow Original (original)

Mr. Yosie Locote
Baby Wanks Beats
South Side
Flow original
Saca la fusca rapido dale
No se las piense hay que jalarle
Somos malandros locos de calle
Y muchos putos quieren copiarme
Yo soy real original
Y en la Florencia usted me vera
Entre pelones puro pirata
Aqui mi gente los desbarata
Dicen que topan se pegan tiros
Si para hacerlo piden permiso
Visten de rojo pinches putitos
No son de barrio donde lo oido
Sigo tirando para los falsos
Quieren malandros aqui yo traigo
Quiere ser cholo ven a mi barrio
Para explicarte ya no seas falso
Andan brincando de un barrio a otro
Luego lo niegan lo niegan todo
Ser de una clicka una pandilla
Eso es de orgullo la raza rifa
Tiro la F de Santa Chila
Y todo ese nisia Califa
Somos la raza somos pandilla
Puros carnales tirando esquina
Suena el flow original
Rimas callejeras deste loco criminal
Riman y quieren copiar (copean)
Yo soy el maestro siempre les tiro south side
Nomas lo piensan y no lo sienten
Por eso nunca van a entenderme
Para cantarlo hay que vivirlo
Sentir la calle y sus peligro
Le camine de un lado a otro
Amanezia y yo bien loco
Siempre en la calle viendo el desmadre
Pleitos y riñas pobres hay hambre
Niños creciendo entre pandillas
Nomas esperan meterse un dia
Nunca lo miran nomas critican
Pues de este lado asi es la vida
Y no me vengas que eres malandro
Que eres maton que eres de barrio
No mas los oigo copias de falsos
Que los sureños los controlamos
Azul la sangre tambien los paños
Puro malandro bien Mexicano
Union Azteca entre las llecas
Si nos ofendes entonces alertas
Suena el flow original
Rimas callejeras deste loco criminal
Riman y quieren copiar (copean)
Yo soy el maestro siempre les tiro south side
Tiro pal aire pa que lo cache
Si soy malandro tiro la calle
Loco pelon Mexican ganster
F mi barrio quiere toparle
Yo siempre listo para tirarle
Yosie Locote de las south siders
Mejor que busque ya su retiro
O que regrese por donde vino
Falsos raperos pinche chiquillos
Cambien su flow cambien de estilo
Aqui se rifa rima de barrio
Por las esquinas siguen sonando
Para la clicka con mis soldados
Siempre en la esquina estan bien parados
Unge respeto para los oldies
En la prision todos los homies
Somos la raza sur de coraza
Si no lo siente pa que lo canta
Suena el flow original
Rimas callejeras deste loco criminal
Riman y quieren copiar (copean)
Yo soy el maestro siempre les tiro south side
Suena el flow original
De este pinche loco criminal
Truchas todos los falsos
Que este vato viene rimando
Sonando lo que vive

(translation)

Mr Yosie Locote
Baby Wanks Beats
Southside
Original Flow
take out the fusca quickly give it
Don't think about them, you have to pull him
We are crazy street thugs
And many whores want to copy me
I am real original
And in Florence you will see me
Between hairless pure pirate
Here my people destroy them
They say that they bump into each other
If they ask for permission to do so
They dress in red fucking whores
They are not from the neighborhood where I heard it
I keep pulling for the fake
They want thugs here I bring
He wants to be a cholo come to my neighborhood
To explain you no longer be false
They are jumping from one neighborhood to another
Then they deny it, they deny it all
Being from a click to a gang
That's for pride the raffle race
I throw the F of Santa Chila
And all that nisia Califa
We are the race, we are the gang
Pure carnal throwing corner
The original flow sounds
Street rhymes of this crazy criminal
They rhyme and they want to copy (copean)
I am the teacher I always throw them south side
They just think about it and don't feel it
That's why they will never understand me
To sing it you have to live it
Feel the street and its danger
I walked him from one side to the other
Amanezia and I are very crazy
Always on the street watching the chaos
Lawsuits and poor fights there is hunger
Kids growing up in gangs
They just hope to get involved one day
They never look at it, they just criticize
Well, on this side, that's life
And don't come to me, you're a thug
That you're a thug that you're from the neighborhood
I no longer hear them copies of fake
That we southerners control them
Blue the blood also the cloths
Pure good Mexican malandro
Union Azteca among the llecas
If you offend us then alert
The original flow sounds
Street rhymes of this crazy criminal
They rhyme and they want to copy (copean)
I am the teacher I always throw them south side
I shoot in the air so that I can cache it
If I'm a thug, I throw out the street
Loco pelon Mexican gangster
F my neighborhood wants to run into him
I always ready to throw him
Yosie Locote from the south siders
You better look for your retirement now
Or to go back where it came from
Fake rappers fucking kids
Change your flow, change your style
Here is raffle neighborhood rhyme
Through the corners they keep ringing
For the clicka with my soldiers
They are always standing well in the corner
Anoint respect for the oldies
In the prison all the homies
We are the southern race of shell
If you don't feel it why sing it
The original flow sounds
Street rhymes of this crazy criminal
They rhyme and they want to copy (copean)
I am the teacher I always throw them south side
The original flow sounds
Of this fucking crazy criminal
trout all fake
That this vato comes rhyming
Sounding what lives