Текст и перевод песни Dj Decks feat. MC Eiht, Bonson & PIH - O tym co widzę / What these eyes can see

O tym co widzę / What these eyes can see

Yeah, Blue Stamp Official, DJ Decks, CMW, you know?

Trying to see money that's danger
Shooter from afar now that's a long ranger
OG Loc, nigga with an attitude
With a bad thick bitch that's a bad dude
Ridin' till it be no stress
Invest bread so the mic I bless
Can I get mine ya'll remember the time
Ready on the front line so fine
Jeah Loc refill the Cognac
Getting bread niggas don't know how to act
The story so non-fiction
True story money be my key to addiction
Conflict, it's all over one shot
Regulators knee deep in the fucking plot
One spot what a motherfucker coming for
Compton all day Jeah let 'em know

Original baby gangsta, westside, westside
Looking at the CBD trying to see these

No siemasz typie, czas na drugie volume
Bonson, Ty nic nie bój, podejdź bliżej jak stać lubisz w ogniu
Lapsy znowu mówią brednie się nie spinam nawet
I w sumie zapominam tak jak sny nad ranem
Hajs rządzi wszystkim, banał stary jak te naje z Boston
Zawiodłem, spoko jeszcze se poczekasz na mnie pozdro
Oddycham rapem, żyje rapem Ty nie dygaj
Zatem jak tu tylko zechce zrobię se naszyjnik z czaszek łaków
W sumie nie muszę udowadniać nic wam
Skill jak igła, w stogu siana ją znalazłem, przyznam
Historię moich błędów możesz se wyczytać w bliznach
Albo w zwrotkach, bo tu każda z nich to jakbym ciąć miał
Wejdź do środka, usiądź, zapal, wypij, zamknij oczy
Opowiem baśnie Ci tysiąca jednej z czarnych nocy
Moje demony twardo ze mną, chociaż mam ich dosyć
Każdy mówi co mam pisać, a ja chciałbym skończyć

Original baby gangsta, westside, westside
Looking at the CBD trying to see these

Taki podły mamy świat, lepiej broń swą odbezpiecz
Oni przyjdą nocą, wyjdą na twoją posesje
Ty wybrałeś szminkę, ja nie byłem maminsynkiem
Budowałem mury, wrogowie pokryli je tynkiem
Ścieżka zdrowia do lochów, lecz zostawię im sznurówki
Robione miękkim kablem, te ich słodkie radiówki
Te pacynki na srebrniki będę chciał to dziś ich kupię
Nie sztuka mieć ich w garści, oni żyją z dłonią w dupie
Jestem mieszczuchem, pod nogą muszę czuć chodnik
A fiut wypycha lewą kieszeń moich spodni
Na zawsze głodny i mi nie mów, że się chmurzy
Bo byłem w swoim życiu po obydwóch stronach burzy
Dla swoich ludzi, dla mordeczek moich
Bo jestem stąd gdzie widzisz śmiech, a tak naprawdę boli
Chciałbyś stąd uciec, wreszcie poczuć się bezpieczny?
Dwie paki na budziku, a ja zaciągam ręczny

About What I See / What These Eyes Can See

Yeah, Blue Stamp Official, DJ Decks, CMW, you know, darling?

Trying to see money, that's danger, sweetheart
Shooter from afar, now that's a long ranger, babe
OG Loc, nigga with an attitude, honey
With a bad thick bitch, that's a bad dude, gorgeous
Ridin' till it be no stress, my love
Invest bread so the mic I bless, beautiful
Can I get mine y'all remember the time, precious
Ready on the front line so fine, darling
Yeah Loc refill the Cognac, sweetheart
Getting bread niggas don't know how to act, babe
The story so non-fiction, honey
True story, money be my key to addiction, gorgeous
Conflict, it's all over one shot, my love
Regulators knee deep in the fucking plot, beautiful
One spot, what a motherfucker coming for, precious
Compton all day, yeah, let 'em know, darling

Original baby gangsta, westside, westside, sweetheart
Looking at the CBD trying to see these, babe

What's up dude, time for the second volume, honey
Bonson, don't worry, come closer if you like standing in the fire, gorgeous
Losers are talking nonsense again, I don't even stress, my love
And I basically forget, like dreams at dawn, beautiful
Money rules everything, a cliché as old as these bitches from Boston, precious
I failed, it's cool, you'll wait for me, peace out, darling
I breathe rap, I live rap, don't worry, sweetheart
So, if I want to, I'll make a necklace out of the skulls of the hungry, babe
I don't really have to prove anything to you, honey
Skill like a needle, I found it in a haystack, I admit, gorgeous
You can read the story of my mistakes in my scars, my love
Or in the verses, because each one of them is like a cut, beautiful
Come inside, sit down, light up, drink, close your eyes, precious
I'll tell you the tales of a thousand and one dark nights, darling
My demons are tough with me, even though I'm sick of them, sweetheart
Everyone tells me what to write, and I just want to finish, babe

Original baby gangsta, westside, westside, honey
Looking at the CBD trying to see these, gorgeous

Such a mean world we have, better unlock your weapon, my love
They will come at night, they will come onto your property, beautiful
You chose lipstick, I wasn't a mama's boy, precious
I built walls, enemies covered them with plaster, darling
Obstacle course to the dungeons, but I'll leave them the laces, sweetheart
Made with soft cable, their sweet radios, babe
These puppets for silver coins, if I want to, I'll buy them today, honey
It's not an art to have them in your hand, they live with their hand in their ass, gorgeous
I'm a city boy, I have to feel the pavement under my feet, my love
And my dick is pushing out the left pocket of my pants, beautiful
Forever hungry and don't tell me it's cloudy, precious
Because I've been on both sides of the storm in my life, darling
For my people, for my faces, sweetheart
Because I'm from where you see laughter, but it really hurts, babe
Would you like to escape from here, finally feel safe, honey
Two packs on the alarm clock, and I'm pulling the handbrake, gorgeous