Текст песни: L.A. Confidential + перевод

And now for my next number, I’d like to return to the classics

(Cookin' Soul)

Uh, uh, yuh

West Coast (West Coast)

Hussle, Hussle

Ya know

Neighborhood

West Coast, who ride?

Blanco

Labeled as a thug

Ayy, yo, B

West Coast (West Coast)

Uh, look

Labeled as a thug

West Coast, who ride?

Ain’t the type of white dude sippin' Bud Light

I’m the type with my nine screamin', «Thug life»

A bad bitch wanna fuck tonight

You ain’t shit, motherfucker, so it’s fuck your life

Fuck the D.E.A., I.R.S., and F.B.I

There, I said it, won’t regret it 'til we start trial

I don’t ever leave a paper trail

And best believe I’ma G, I will break the scale

I’m a hustler, give a fuck about a budget

I’m a gangsta, give a fuck about the judges

I’m a monster, middle finger to you suckas

I’m a mobster, Mr. Untouchable

Can’t fuck with me, I’m so on some other shit

On a road trip, gotta bring my other bitch

Not my other bitch, my other, other, other bitch

Every brick I flip, the more I’m like, «Fuck, I’m rich»

Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug

Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug

Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug

Fuckin' mob figga, west coast

Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug

Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug

Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug

Fuckin' mob figga, west coast, who ride?

Niggas hate daily, Glock is my protection

I’m the nigga that your mama told you not to mess with

Caught a interception on your bitch now that’s a wridnap

Give her some dick quick, now watch how fast she collapse

Pusha Ink the label, yeah, been that way from day one

The hoes get around me and me? I just got to say somethin'

I let my chain speak, I ain’t really gotta say much

If see me in the streets, holla, «Suwoop, nigga, stay up»

I’m all about my dollars, pop my collar on a hoe bitch

She say, «All you wanna do is fuck me,» I say, «You know it»

My bitch rollin', my bitch bad

Don’t trip 'cause the homies got the strap

Run up in your pad like the motherfuckin' police

With pistols in your face like, «Nigga, don’t you owe me?»

I’m tryna steal the rap game like the house lit

I’m from the west but I’m tryna fuck a south bitch

Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug

Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug

Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug

Fuckin' mob figga, west coast

Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug

Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug

Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug

Fuckin' mob figga, west coast, who ride?

Look, look

I’m fresh off the block, I ain’t even really left yet

Best on the west, hands-down, no question

And my Adidas got the Slauson Boy etched in

And Black Sam keep the money invested

All I do is check rappers off the checklist

And I don’t beef, I eat beef for breakfast

And I don’t sleep 'cause these streets is hectic

I don’t make peace, I just put 'em on my necklace

Real nigga, never ran, never snitched

The old lady on Fifth ain’t raise no bitch

And we some real niggas, not like the niggas in your clique

Always runnin' 'round talkin' about the little shit that you did

We’ll never say nothin' 'bout that big shit that we did

We just see each other and nod, and you know what it is

And we don’t talk about the big shit we did

We just see each other and nod and you know what it is, nigga

Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug

Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug

Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug

Fuckin' mob figga, west coast

Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug

Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug

Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug

Fuckin' mob figga, west coast, who ride?

DB nigga I be on that dope shit

My junkies be stay ready, be heavy and get your dope, kid

Talkin' pussy, boy, on my mama, you ain’t shot a stick

This nigga mad, oh well yeah I got your bitch

I heard that he snitching, paperwork bands circulating

Heard this nigga snitch, I swear to God, how the fuck he ate?

Known to bang hands down, I got the brown

You can ask around the town, DB I’m gettin' down fast

I got the gas and gas, gas, gas on top of gas

I’m like, «Fuck school,» fuck school, never went to class

I act a ass and act a ass I’m like, «Fuck math»

They talkin' shit, I swear to God them niggas dumb trash

Black mask, I’m hoppin' out with that black mask

He’s talkin' California, we like, «Fuck fast»

I had cash and had cash and had cash

Me, YG, Nipsey, Blanco, I had to ask

Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug

Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug

Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug

Fuckin' mob figga, west coast

Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug

Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug

Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug

Fuckin' mob figga, west coast, who ride?