Millz - My Type Of Posse [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Millz]
Uh, Uh!

Uh, Eastcoast nigga I'm mobbin'
Pilot Posse we flyin'
I'm all about the dinero but ho I ain't talkin' 'bout Robert
Nah, all my money is profit
& all my niggas be polished
Never ever "C-Breezy" but in a bitch my dick's violent
Yeah, I'm the best & a vest man you will need
Cause fucking with me: career R-I-P
All about that cheese like mice by me
& some X-Games niggas who R-I-D-E
Till they die, up in the sky
It's a bird it's a plane
No it's Sosa mane
You better grab up ya shawty
When I approach ya mane
Cause I fucked her once, so I'll fuck again
Like Drizzy, miss me?
I'm always 100, no 50/50
I'm chillin' with my bee, she staying busy
And since my flow cold, when she lick me, sticky
Ha, but that's just a christmas story
No Tex West here but I want the glory
& niggas want titles while I got the story
& when it gets told I'll make it rain-pouring-flood
On the westside on my p's & q's
Like Luda in '02 bitch I'll make ya move
No Givenchy or Tony but I'm mobbed out
Make you keep a few burners at ya mom's house
Like, Marine vets
Ball so hard, whole team, teched
Oh shawty give you sass, to me? Neck
& if she ain't down, like Giraffes, next, bye
& i'll admit I'm high, & your girl is too so just say goodbye
I'm just a Harlem born, PA raised enterprise
No pupils on my level like fucked up eyes
My, bitch is the baddest
White girl pink pussy, word to Trish Stratus
& I ain't gon' lie fucking her is a habit
She appear on my johnson you would swear it was magic
But I, Dodger
My spanish broad trippin she get nada
Ain't married to abuela but I'm papa
& bitch you know you love it
Picking up a pound for a pound, bitch I'm thuggin'
Ridin' round the town with some bees bitch I'm buzzin'
PP family me & leek cousins
Ha, but really, I'm the coldest here you see
Always hearing me, feeling me
Straight fearing me, lyrically I kill a beat
Spit straight fire, retire nigga
My weed is so fucking top 5 you can't get higher nigga
But oh, my flow, could cover floors on floors
My dough on dough, & you know we keep our hoes on hoes
But a nigga like me man..
I keeps a main bitch...
Who everything but basic, never on fake shit
Niggas need lasik, pap boys take pics
Bright lights stage shit, so blessed mase shit
& white & she fucks me to death..
Black bitches call her racist.. Nigga she ain't racist!
But kids like y'all, faker than Ken with a mani
Take it in the fanny, no homo
Grammys, all up on my motherfucking doorstep
At Gamma Phi I get motherfucking floors wet
You niggas high? Yeah you higher than a dwarf's pet
Young Kobe get ya' motherfuckin' squad swept
Yeah the posse get ya' motherfucking squad slept