Polo Tha God - Stop Talkin To'Em [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

Chet
Huh
Like This, Hold Up, Uh
Stop Talkin' To'Em Lo, Stop Talkin' To'Em
Stop Talkin' To'Em Lo, Stop Talkin' To'Em

[Verse 1: Polo Tha God]

Ok, M.O.E check the hoes before you check me
The only question I ask is where that check be
Cause these bitches think they slicker than some hair grease
Young paid nigga, get her wetter than a jet ski
Flex free, no fakin' where we at B
Different types of the same kicks like Jet Li
Throw money, thats rain not sunny
Ask me am I Polo Tha God, like duh dummy
Fuck these niggas cause they fraud dog
I'm in the building, you ain't even in the yard dog
Walk through and I await for my applause dog
Like aw nah, I think I'm feelin' myself
Cause I'm feelin' my Timbs and I'm feelin' my belt
I'm flee as hell and I doubt that they're on anyone else
I'm flee as hell, I doubt their eyes are on anyone else
Competitor, I'm a champ I come for anyone's belt
Top me, top me, not likely I don't even try
No flex, just glide god I don't even fly
Pain came and stayed god, I don't even cry
No more, cock the nine like Romo
Syrup got me movin' slow mo
Like oh no Polo, how you drink and smoke purple
Tell'em that I'm shaped up, got a small circle
And I be high like the pants that be on Urkel
When I ride, ask the Feds do I be on Earth, No
Cause the kush help me drive better
And ride better, sold drugs cause it paid better
Now watch I beat the beat up like I'm Mayweather
A heavyweight up in this bicth
Heavyweights that's on my wrist
And we move that white girl like Ricki Lake with us and shit
And Martha Stewart on the side helpin baking up the shit
Move that yola, pharmacists ain't got this type of medicine
Yeah, rode past my ex shorty she is so blew
Cause like yesterday's forecast, she old news
I'm cold dude, tell the jakes that I'm fold proof
See no evil, hear no evil, you gets now proof
Out of people, no indictment, no further trial
No evidence after 72, let me out
Get back down and treat the streets like what ever
Quick to warm a nigga up, like he needed a sweater
Roll two blunts together, trying to get like Casper
Five on one, yall tryin' to jump me so them bullets gon' wrestle
Tired of talkin' to them hoes like get my digits faster
I'm God, these other niggas pastors
Stop talkin' to'em