Cyto. - Boondocks [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Street cats flippin’ tracks tryin’ turn a record
While bruhs straight strapped rockin' 'sace and the leather
And I gave up too much prep for the whether or not
Sweaty is hot and I’m rockin’ pit-stains when the spot’s hot
Never (x4) told you not to blow, show a, honor roll
To folks, tell your fear to fold
I oghtta know, see, I’m an ass, no hole
As well as the GOAT, gun shows shot down by my holy smokes
Forgot my Clark Gable
Busy chasin' cunts and blunts, caine and kankles
Pusha eclipsed now No Malice speaks cancer
Ready to snipe these fucks, bitch, I’m no happy camper
Oh God, that’s what the Sean say, (Boi)
My adlibs are bars, served best like the entrée
Andre, san bay, you seein’ some semblance
This is for dope friends and fiends feignin’ innocence

[Hook]
Misfits, welcome to the Boondocks
Rich kids, eyes wide in the Boondocks
Drones drop bombs and car alarms sound off
But they won’t when the cops watch
Misfits, welcome to the Boondocks
Rich kids, eyes wide in the Boondocks
Thick chick turned bad bitch in the Boondocks
Ready for the ruckus, yea, let the cops watch

[Verse 2]
Forgotten like a black kid snackin’ on his Skittles
A trap track rat pack raps back the riddles
Riddlin was a quick fix for a misfit
Like pepto, shits only given when he’s missin’
The only thing he knows is his motives
Gets baked then fuck, toasted for the ho-stess
Hold bitch, you think I’m fuckwitable
Pull out your pistol; I’m down to turn some tables

[Bridge]
Misfits, welcome to the Boondocks
Rich kids, eyes wide in the Boondocks
Drones drop bombs and car alarms sound off
But they won’t when the cops watch
Let the cops watch, let the doom clock
Stop when this beat drop. Hold up
Let the cops watch, let the doom clock
Stop when this beat drop. Fuck ‘em

[Verse 3]
Samurai swords wielded by the mighty horde
While I’m too busy pointin’ pistols at blonde whores
A coarse taken least is your best bet
And my least stressed messes were the best steps
Break your neck for respect to protect your cortex
Domestic threats crept toward your doorsteps
Front door locked, but props to the cops
For ignorin’ foreign feet creepin ‘round backyards
Leave a round before we bounce
Estate packed pretty with the price, we stake out
Stakes high, we too high to function properly
But who the fuck’ll shoot a white kid on his property?
Apparent the terrace raised both dealers and parents
Apparent the mayors against both sinners and saviors
But I’m the neighborhood watch, let’s fuck ‘em up
Surburbia: your boy’s next stop

[Hook]