Translation of the song lyrics Southside - yung beef, Oldpurp

Southside (original)

Oh, no
Ayy, OldPurp (Ayy, OldPurp)
This is crazy
Su' zorra' me aman
Me siento como un McLaren
Me siento como un bolso Chanel
Cepa californiana, ropa italiana
La calle me llama, aunque esté contigo yo lo voy a coger
Y que esa rata se vire es normal
Y al que se vire no le deseo el mal
Porque yo ya hice maldad, no soy Hare Krishna
Te tiro en la barriga y sale por la crisma
Tu mamá con lágrima'
Tú no das la cara, matamo' a tu primo
La calle no cambia, siempre e' la misma
Tengo muchas puta', nunca es la misma
Menore' que por mí perderían la vida
La droga a ti te mata, a mí me da la vida
Prefiero la muerte que un plan de huida
Si entra' a esta vida, bitch, no hay salida
Chúpala bien, dale má' saliva
Face down, puta, el culo arriba
Redondea pa' arriba, la bitch 'tá encendida
Lo quería en el bollo, lo eché en la barriga
Ey, mamá, las cosas ya no son como eran
Me tienen que aguantar aunque no quieran
Los menore' me dicen «Beef, cógelo chill
Quédate con el baby, matamo' por ti» (Ayy, OldPurp)
Las cosa' ya no son como eran
Me tienen que aguantar aunque no quieran
Los menore' me aman, matan por mí
Cuando me muera no llore' por mí
Su' zorra' me aman
Me siento como un Rari
Me siento como un bolso Chanel
Cepa californiana, ropa italiana
La calle me llama, aunque esté contigo yo lo voy a coger
Y que esa rata se vire es normal
Pa' lo' feka' tenemo' Big Mac
Tie' maldad, no es un Hare Krishna
Te tiro en la barriga y sale por la crisma
Tu mamá con lágrima'
Tú no da' la cara, matamo' a tu primo
La calle no cambia, siempre e' la misma
Tengo muchas puta', nunca e' la misma
No te vo’a mentí, lo admito
Mi música me ha converti’o en drogadicto
Pero estoy en santería, tú en sacrificio
Porque tengo ladrillo' como un edificio
Tengo familia que están en el vicio
Si jode' con mi negocio me desquicio
Tengo a par de puta' con pelo riza’o
Tengo a par de puta' con el pelo liso
Mi familia es mi orgullo, es mi dinero
Te lo juro por Dio', no joda' con eso
Mi mamá diciendo que no la quiero, y
Mi puta diciendo que no la quiero
Vuestra' puta' comiéndome to' los huevo'
Me he gasta’o dos mil euro' en unos vaquero'
No llaméi' pa' arreglar, yo no soy mecánico
Bitch, yo soy el pánico, llamate al loquero
Si los diamante' no son VVS no los quiero
Puta, tengo tiempo
De por vida tengo un relojero
Tú está fingiendo que ere' verdadero
Tengo un demonio en el babero
En el barrio me tienen amor verdadero
Que yo estoy en la' mala', tú está' en lo bueno
Que no gano nada cuando soy bueno, no-oh, no-oh
Tú no quería' entrar a la casa y tuve que entrarle yo
(Patada en la puerta) Que sus proteja Dio'
(Te tiro entre la ceja) Tu face se jodió
Le di cien gramo' a mi hermano y nunca volvió
Tú pregunta' en el barrio, el Seco resolvió
Flippeaba, joseaba, y al que debía nunca se olvidó (Nunca se olvidó)
Mira, nunca se olvidó
Su' zorra' me aman
Me siento como un Rari
Me siento como un bolso Chanel
Cepa californiana, ropa italiana
La calle me llama, aunque esté contigo yo lo voy a coger
Y que esa rata se vire es normal
Pa' lo' feka' tenemo' Big Mac
Tienen maldad, no son Hare Krishna
Te tiro en la barriga y sale por la crisma
Tu mamá con lágrima'
Tú no da' la cara, matamo' a tu primo
La calle no cambia, siempre e' la misma
Tengo muchas puta', nunca es la misma
Tú no quería' entra' a la casa y tuve que entrarle yo (Patada en la puerta)
Sus proteja Dio' (Ayy, OldPurp; te tiro entre la ceja)
Tu fe se jodió
This is crazy
Le di cien gramo' a mi hermano y nunca volvió

Southside (translation)

Oh no
Ayy, OldPurp (Ayy, OldPurp)
This is crazy
Your' bitch' love me
I feel like a McLaren
I feel like a Chanel bag
Californian strain, Italian clothing
The street calls me, even if I'm with you I'm going to take it
And that rat turning around is normal
And I do not wish evil to the one who turns
Because I already did evil, I am not Hare Krishna
I shoot you in the belly and it comes out through the neck
Your mom with tears
You don't show your face, we kill your cousin
The street doesn't change, it's always the same
I have many bitches, it's never the same
Menore' who would lose their lives for me
The drug kills you, it gives me life
I prefer death to an escape plan
If you enter this life, bitch, there is no way out
Suck it well, give it more saliva
Face down, bitch, ass up
Round it up, the bitch is on
I wanted it in the bun, I put it in the belly
Hey, mom, things are not like they used to be
They have to put up with me even if they don't want to
The minors' tell me «Beef, take it chill
Stay with the baby, we kill for you» (Ayy, OldPurp)
Things' are no longer as they were
They have to put up with me even if they don't want to
The minore' love me, they kill for me
When I die, don't cry for me
Your' bitch' love me
I feel like a Rari
I feel like a Chanel bag
Californian strain, Italian clothing
The street calls me, even if I'm with you I'm going to take it
And that rat turning around is normal
Pa' lo' feka' we have' Big Mac
He's evil, he's not a Hare Krishna
I shoot you in the belly and it comes out through the neck
Your mom with tears
You don't show your face, we kill your cousin
The street doesn't change, it's always the same
I have many bitches, it's never the same
I did not lie to you, I admit it
My music has turned me into a drug addict
But I'm in Santeria, you in sacrifice
Because I have brick' like a building
I have family who are addicted
If you fuck with my business I go crazy
I have a couple of whores with curly hair
I have a couple of bitches with straight hair
My family is my pride, it is my money
I swear to Dio, don't fuck with that
My mom saying I don't love her, and
My bitch saying I don't want her
Your' bitch' eating all' the eggs'
I have spent two thousand euros on some jeans
I didn't call to fix it, I'm not a mechanic
Bitch, I'm the panic, call the shrink
If the diamonds are not VVS, I don't want them
bitch i got time
For life I have a watchmaker
You are pretending that it is true
I have a demon in the bib
In the neighborhood they have me true love
That I'm in the 'bad', you're in the good
That I don't win anything when I'm good, no-oh, no-oh
You didn't want to enter the house and I had to enter it myself
(Kick in the door) May your God protect you
(I shoot you between the eyebrow) Your face is fucked
I gave a hundred grams to my brother and he never came back
Your question' in the neighborhood, El Seco resolved
He flipped, joseaba, and he never forgot who he owed (He never forgot)
Look, he never forgot
Your' bitch' love me
I feel like a Rari
I feel like a Chanel bag
Californian strain, Italian clothing
The street calls me, even if I'm with you I'm going to take it
And that rat turning around is normal
Pa' lo' feka' we have' Big Mac
They have evil, they are not Hare Krishna
I shoot you in the belly and it comes out through the neck
Your mom with tears
You don't show your face, we kill your cousin
The street doesn't change, it's always the same
I have many bitches, it's never the same
You didn't want to 'enter' the house and I had to enter it myself (Kick on the door)
Sus proteja Dio' (Ayy, OldPurp; I'll shoot you between the eyebrows)
your faith got screwed
This is crazy
I gave a hundred grams to my brother and he never came back