Текст песни Thicker Than Water (MC Eiht) с переводом

Gyeah

Westside

Somebody told me

They want some of that thug shit up in here

Gyeah

& I’mma represent it to the fullest

For all my CPT G’s in the house

Check this out

As my life takes a twirl

I say fuck the world

Cause sometimes it seems

That it’s all a bad dream

Pops must have fucked with moms

On the scheme

But sooner or later

He left our 2 man team

But fuck him

Times done changed I’m in the game

And I bring moms pain

Cause the game is slangin caine

Cries from my eyes as I hits the street

Pounds in the chest tha heart beats

As I roll with heats

Pops wasn’t around but for a minute or shit

Until he skipped across town

With another bitch to stick

Stuck moms one more times

Then dropped a dime

And on top of that

Had a son same age mine

But, uhh, don’t blame me

Cause Lord I try not to

Have an attitude like 'fuck him until I die'

But now I rebel and cause moms hell

And hit the blocks

Cause I’m into makin illegal mail

Gyeah

If you keep your hood tight

Everything’s gonna be alright

If you’re down then you can ride with me

It’s thicker than water baby

Me and you

It’s thicker than water baby

So what we gon do

Now I runs with a gang

That Hoo-Bangs for fame

And crosstown robberies know tha nickname

Leave 'em dead in they shoes

As we servin the blues

G’s that pack tools pay dues to rule

So it’s cool they dumps and we dumps back

Me and my G’s and the 6−4 black

Layin 'em flat Rata-Tat-Tat

From the Gat and shit

We represent y’all hit the bricks

When the pistols spit

And I had a straight bitch and shit, that’s cool

I slang for cash while she hit the books in school

I live and die for the hood, she knew the rule

Love for this thug when the world would seem cruel

I crips where the enemies dwell but I’m no fool

Undercover drive off strapped with the tool

But I slipped then packed my clip

My hoodrat tripped and didn’t scoop

But they still didn’t shoot

Gyeah

I made it to Deuce-5 baby and that’s luck

In this rap shit to try to make some bucks

(ching, ching)

Seems like the gang bang thang got tougher

A little bit younger but then bit rougher

They been tellin me

To watch out for jealousy

Cause now a friend of me was a enemy

Strange the game done changed switched

Ain’t that a bitch

With the rivals makin some change

In and outta lanes in the passenger seat

Me and you and our crew strapped with heat

Outta town runs for funs no beef

We all hit licks and blows the chronic leaf

But payback’s a bitch in the end you know

And she sets up traps

Cause she snatch for dough

Let it go no come up your last trick

Cause my brother’s got my back

When the shit gets thick

Gyeah

Chorus 2x

Gyeah

Westside

Somebody told me

They want some of that thug shit up in here

Gyeah

& I’mma represent it to the fullest

For all my CPT G’s in the house

Check this out

As my life takes a twirl

I say fuck the world

Cause sometimes it seems

That it’s all a bad dream

Pops must have fucked with moms

On the scheme

But sooner or later

He left our 2 man team

But fuck him

Times done changed I’m in the game

And I bring moms pain

Cause the game is slangin caine

Cries from my eyes as I hits the street

Pounds in the chest tha heart beats

As I roll with heats

Pops wasn’t around but for a minute or shit

Until he skipped across town

With another bitch to stick

Stuck moms one more times

Then dropped a dime

And on top of that

Had a son same age mine

But, uhh, don’t blame me

Cause Lord I try not to

Have an attitude like 'fuck him until I die'

But now I rebel and cause moms hell

And hit the blocks

Cause I’m into makin illegal mail

Gyeah

If you keep your hood tight

Everything’s gonna be alright

If you’re down then you can ride with me

I’m leaving it all up to you, baby

It’s thicker than water baby

Me and you

It’s thicker than water baby

So what we gon do

Now I runs with a gang

That Hoo-Bangs for fame

And crosstown robberies know tha nickname

Leave 'em dead in they shoes

As we servin the blues

G’s that pack tools pay dues to rule

So it’s cool they dumps and we dumps back

Me and my G’s and the 6−4 black

Layin 'em flat Rata-Tat-Tat

From the Gat and shit

We represent y’all hit the bricks

When the pistols spit

And I had a straight bitch and shit, that’s cool

I slang for cash while she hit the books in school

I live and die for the hood, she knew the rule

Love for this thug when the world would seem cruel

I crips where the enemies dwell but I’m no fool

Undercover drive off strapped with the tool

But I slipped then packed my clip

My hoodrat tripped and didn’t scoop

But they still didn’t shoot

Gyeah

I made it to Deuce-5 baby and that’s luck

In this rap shit to try to make some bucks

(ching, ching)

Seems like the gang bang thang got tougher

A little bit younger but then bit rougher

They been tellin me

To watch out for jealousy

Cause now a friend of me was a enemy

Strange the game done changed switched

Ain’t that a bitch

With the rivals makin some change

In and outta lanes in the passenger seat

Me and you and our crew strapped with heat

Outta town runs for funs no beef

We all hit licks and blows the chronic leaf

But payback’s a bitch in the end you know

And she sets up traps

Cause she snatch for dough

Let it go no come up your last trick

Cause my brother’s got my back

When the shit gets thick

Gyeah