WAS LOS - Marlo

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?

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?