Ed O.G - Boston [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Intro: Pete Rock cuts and scratches]
"Edo.G be like the greatest, the ghetto made us"
"Boston nigga.." <- Big Shug
"From the streets of Boston..." <- Guru
"Boston nigga.." <-Big Shug

[Pete Rock] AHHOW~!

[Verse One: Edo.G]
Uh-huh, where you at Boston? Uh, yeah...
I'm lookin for more than street props when Pete Rock
Hit the beatbox, take the cheap shots from your weak street blocks
You heard like you eavesdrop
When you all fall, like the seasons when the leaves drop
I'm mad lethal, never had equal
Cause Boston's a good place to meet bad people
Your second joint, a sad sequel
You a old school rapper, who mad feeble
Don't get a need to concern yourself with what we do
You can get the picture first just like a preview
Laid up with a tube to breathe through
We take the good and evil and breeze through
I know you're wack, don't put out records to remind me
Special Teamz walk beside me, not behind me
I'm a throwback, from the 90s'
Whose return is timely, for hip-hop consciousness this that grimy

[Hook: Pete Rock cuts and scratches]
"For Boston" "Humboldt Ave. in 94"
"Edo.G be very wild"
"Cause Boston's where the kid rest"

[Verse Two: Edo.G]
Aiyyo, my work ethic disperse effort
From my first to my worst effort, there's of madness to my method
It's universal, my music
Is underground AND commercial, wholesome and controversial
The routine, no need for rehearsal
CEOs', label owners, roll with versals
Different ciphers, different circles
The weed was brown now it's, green and purple
I'm tellin truths and lies, like a reverend
Fell in love with hip-hop, at age 11
Edo's the veteran, we use it as a weapon
To raise HELL up in heaven, now I'm considered a legend
If my peeps'll come, the streets'll come
If rhymes is hot, then the beats'll come
And in the industry, you can't be too dumb
And in Boston, they wonder what street you from - I'm from the 'Boldt

[Hook]

[Verse Three: Edo.G]
Too many stones unturned, stories untold
The plot unfolds when Edo.G push the threshold
I rock like Depeche Mode, hip-hop's best old
ANY club I'm in, I'm disobeyin the dress code
The spot's 'Bury, pop cherries
On big butt chicks that's top heavy
Bring 'em back to Roxbury and spark heavy
Cause I'm livin the dream
Not even, half your team can stand the fire from the gasoline
I'm still dirty so I'm half as clean
I'ma holla if her ass is mean
To you ballers that's after cream, me and my selfish team
Will take your self-esteem, 'til your whole crew's a helpless team
Can't be the ace when you dealt the queen
My knife go through flesh and rupture your spleen
I try to stay neutral, right in between
And remain cautious, on the Boston scene

[Hook 2X]