Translation of the song lyrics WAS LOS - Marlo

WAS LOS (original)

Was los?
Dicka, was willst du machen, wenn wir kommen und dich packen?
Was los?
Überall nur Attrappen, nein, ich brauch keine Waffen, was los?
Qualität'er Patrón
Teil mit Brüder mein Brot, also, Dicka, was los?
Was los?
Daimler-Benz, kein Verdeck, fahre durch Berlin
Bruder ist verliebt, pumpen «Digital Kokain»
Kette ist Massiv seit der Unterschrift bei Qualität'er
Aber bleibe auf der Street und ficke immer noch auf GEMA
Ich bin Radikal, unterwegs ohne Bodyguard
Kein Konto sondern Cash unterm Laminat
Solange Mama sagt: «Geh dein' Weg»
Siehst du mich hier, solange bis wir Paper zählen
Was los?
Dicka, was willst du machen, wenn wir kommen und dich packen?
Was los?
Überall nur Attrappen, nein, ich brauch keine Waffen, was los?
Qualität'er Patrón
Teil mit Brüder mein Brot, also, Dicka, was los?
Was los?
Alles okay, solang die Patte stimmt
Sie fahren S-Coupè, aber machen kein' Gewinn
Machen Auge, kann es sehen und ich höre ihre Stimmen
Sage nix, liefer weiter Qualität, es geht «pa-pa-pat»
Links, rechts: Bella
Bullen auf den Fersen, kein Problem, wir sind schneller
Lass dein Geld verschwinden so als wär ich Uri Geller
Muss runterkommen, Bruder Sayo baut ein' L’er
Dicka, was los?
Ich weiß nicht, warum du redest
Denn du überlebst nicht mal ein' Tag in meiner Gegend
Leute reden viel, aber haben keine Ahnung
Wenn du mich suchst, komm ins Ghetto, frag nach Marlo
Dicka, was los?
Dicka, was willst du machen, wenn wir kommen und dich packen?
Was los?
Überall nur Attrappen, nein, ich brauch keine Waffen, was los?
Qualität'er Patrón
Teil mit Brüdern mein Brot, also, Dicka, was los?
Was los?

WAS LOS (translation)

What's going on?
Dicka, what do you want to do when we come and grab you?
What's going on?
Just dummies everywhere, no, I don't need any weapons, what's the matter?
Quality'er Patron
Share my bread with brothers, so, Dicka, what's up?
What's going on?
Daimler-Benz, no top, driving through Berlin
Brother is in love, pump «digital cocaine»
Chain has been solid since signature at Quality'er
But stay on the street and still fuck on GEMA
I'm radical, traveling without a bodyguard
No account but cash under the laminate
As long as Mama says: "Go your way"
See me here until we count papers
What's going on?
Dicka, what do you want to do when we come and grab you?
What's going on?
Just dummies everywhere, no, I don't need any weapons, what's the matter?
Quality'er Patron
Share my bread with brothers, so, Dicka, what's up?
What's going on?
It's okay as long as the flap is right
You drive an S-Coupé, but you don't make a profit
Make eye, can see it and I hear their voices
Don't say anything, keep delivering quality, it's "pa-pa-pat"
Left, right: Bella
Bulls on our heels, no problem, we're faster
Make your money disappear like I'm Uri Geller
Must come down, Brother Sayo is building a 'L'er
Dick, what's up?
I don't know why you're talking
Because you don't even survive a day in my area
People talk a lot but have no idea
If you're looking for me, come to the ghetto, ask for Marlo
Dick, what's up?
Dicka, what do you want to do when we come and grab you?
What's going on?
Just dummies everywhere, no, I don't need any weapons, what's the matter?
Quality'er Patron
Share my bread with brothers, so, Dicka, what's up?
What's going on?