URLA & GAIA Lyrics English Translation by Kolja Goldstein
Your origin and last names bore me
I find it all tedious
A-A-Accra in Ghana (Ey), Acqua di Parma (Ey)
I go to collect my money at eight at Cañada
Glasses Cartier, Pateks rosé, Cabriolet
Meeting Somalis from Sweden, chatting and talking a bit (Now)
You’re a son of a bitch like Omik
You’re nothing but a comic, little Puto running like Sonic (Boh)
W-w-what Eisenbahnstraße? (What, what?)
Muco has been looking for you for months (Brother), you’re the purest disgrace (Hah)
I send Ice or Hase to Leipzig and ask about you (Ask about you)
You’ve talked so much, nothing has happened at all (Rrah, rrah)
Wha-wha-what has become of the scene?
Have you all lost your honor? Ah
Every herd needs a shepherd (Hey)
So that the little sheep don’t stray
We demonstrate strength in the neighborhoods (Strength, ah)
Sending a killer from the Oostelijke Eilanden (Brra)
What we could have achieved together (What)
But the enmities are too great
From Cape Verde to Antwerp, I send boats and sailboats
The windows of the car are tinted, my iron is hot like a hairdryer
We don’t have a quarrel, you’re just nervous (Pah, pah, pah)
Your Bentley is a rental car (Hahaha)
My car is so tough, the valet won’t even park it
German rap gets its delivery from Shem (Wouh)
I’m thirty-two years old, park my Chiron in front of France (Woah)
Incendiary bombs with phosphorus, bank accounts are offshore
I have a meeting, Gazprom, seat Moscow
Which one of your friends sleeps with one of my friends? (What?)
I wanted to ask you, bro, how is it to live as a witness? (How, how?)
I’m not on the street like a gangster (Ah)
Go eat with an old lady, has a frame like a window
Different topic, DAMAC and Emaar, the Anden container
Over Santo to Tema (Wouh), Tanger, Marbella, eywa
W-w-we, bro, we have nothing to talk about (Nothing)
I haven’t forgotten you, you’ll pay for all your actions (Pah, pah)
I have meetings with Urla and Gaia
Meet Kurds from Faidah, from Urfa to Milan (Free, free)
When I signed with Groove Attack, I drove a Ferrari (Yes)
Turks brought blocks, said, “You’re my Abi”
Check my wife’s wrist, how it glitters
All iced-out, that’s a Richard
What kind of combos? You pay double the price (Yes)
Don’t act like the Mafia, you’re as dry as rice
German Twitchers have things up their ass (Haha)
I would laugh, but what he’s saying there ([?]), that’s no joke
With Mexicans from Guadalajara (Cha)
Bouafar is free (Cha) with Muammar and Badr
Amsterdam, Antwerp, Puerto Banús
You want to pull something off, but fail at the first attempt
Everyone asks how we’re still alive (How?)
I’m in Cabla and Sla, kids swinging machetes, wey, wey
The Ghost is now stone-grey
Feeling lost or [lowly?]
Cooking rocks from cocaine in bags or capsules
Stuff from the bodegas, guys are hustling (Wouh)
Do-, do-never pretend to be gangsters in songs again (Never again)
Each of you losers gets only seven percent (Seven)
St-st-still, we don’t oppress anyone (Never)
We’ve never stabbed anyone in the back (Brra)
Your origin and last names bore me
I find it all tedious
Your origin and last names bore me
I find it all tedious