Easy Yves Saint - Queens (Look to the East) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Queens (To the East)

Uh, remember New York City
Yeah, remember New York City!
Remember New York City
718, Glen what up?
Naija guy.

Uh, straight outta Queens so Eastie that make me Beastie
More Easter than tacky suits
No whinin like BeBe CeCe
No TV. Was in the street taking public pee pees on trees NYPD can't catch my nigga
I'm giggling hee hee hee hee
Dynos, Haros and GTs
Keen. Far from peachy.
Them dishes dirty like petri?
Mama walked to the park to beat me.
The ave electric as GE.
Cut class and hope for GED
Halloween wasn't treaty but tricky razors no TP
Dodging VD whole hood could play for the D-league
In a V-12 with VVs
Situations get meaty no mediators just meanies
Nice off liquor and greenery nigga threaten to see me don't eat ya Wheaties you're Stevie
Eyes of the ragamuffins are beady. No obedience
Hence, we believe in everybody can bleed
Blood but everyone can't be lead
So to be chief, briefly, you prolly drew the most of it like a Pediatrician
Deeds be devious for them DB-7s.
Things we seek never seem to appreciate-ate/8
Is it Yves Saint as in Francis Assisi? Nein/Nine
Saint and Sinner eyes greener than Michael Ealy
We need J's like PB.
Fuck a J O B.
We should know better but we cheeky
Feel practically like a freebie.
Till tee shirts saying to free me.
Just shot a man down I'm RIRi
Retarded. Illustrating a classic like Friz Freleng.
I'm greedy. But, what the fuck am I eating?
They season a nigga ziti with venom
That season's greeting unwelcome.
I'm all the wall like graffiti
Reading my rights while he beats me.
Get angry treating sisters like Dexter and DeDe.
My laboratory New York was horror story
No worry married to Queens
The city could Stephen king me.
Fuck a nigga sobbing
Got enough of niggas robbing me
It's nothing but a problem. What I'm tucking? That will solve em
Thump a nigga noggen. Can't do nothing for the throbbing
In the jungle what the young will do is disgusting in the garden
Ain't begging for a thing
Picture begging niggas pardon
So that begs the fucking question
Tell me. Who y'all got to guard em?
Luxury fuck with me only take a push to start em
Do we have to see casualties while I make a push for stardom?
Kendrick and Cole said the jig is up, no bargaining
Back to bars again but, been there so long I been barfing.
The Bard, will not barter his balls.
Been brawling and frankly I'm strapped for it, Stratford on Avon
And my armaments look like ornaments
Smoke you jokers like Parliaments
Breathe tar. Queens asphalt all my organs and Jordan had us in Oregon
Jason Mayden and all of them
Pardon I seen the greatness you peanut gallery blogging.
(You) Logging in for the broads
I log them out put the log in them
Lobbing them tadpoles at her jaw
You got a frog with em
You on one?
Then I'm on two. Spar with him
Two? Then I'm on 3
How Farmers Boulevard of him
Queens.