Chief Chill - The Chicago Thrill [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: La Roux "In For the Kill]

[Verse 1: Chief Chill]
See I'm goin' in and
You could never stop me
You comin' at the King
Get Yo ass beat like Rodney
I keep my paper to myself
Cause all these haters copy
And I'm the king of the hill
Y'all lame ass Niggas Bobby
See I'm from the Windy City
Yea that MidWest
Where we keep our hearts in our pockets
Not up in our chest
A word from the wise
Invest, in a fuckin' vest
Fuck around and get caught
On the wrong side of life and death
Cause these streets are cold
But the heat is colder
Get your ass rolled over
Face down, Minus the boulder
We put money on your head
Cause nobody gives a fuck
If you got the Chips
Stacked up on your fuckin' shoulder
And that's law and order
That's the way of the streets
At the end of they day
Only One of us is gon' get to eat
The hood will eat the weak
Leave your body with no meat
But to the city
It's just another hungry mouth that's now deceased
There ain't no tears
That's just how it is
Everybody in this city
All about they fuckin' biz
And if you're not
Than that memo, shit, you might have missed
Cause life ain't fair
But then again what really is

[Verse 2: Chief Chill]
See I went in for the kill
Then brought back the sour
My pockets screaming
People ask do it get much louder
Super Kush turned up
And Now I got the power
Gettin higher than Dwight Howard
Standing on the Eiffel Tower
I keep my head in the clouds
And my mind on money
It's the root of evil
But lack of ambition will get you nothing
So I grab the mic
And then I get to running
Tryin' to stack this paper
Cause No One is gunna do it for me
They ask me why I do it
I say it's for the thrill
Get paid for what you love to do
Let my skill reveal
And watch the fans appeal
Cause I'm the real deal
Always keep it Chief
And never give a fuck how hater feel
That's the words I live by
So I keep it movin'
You would think I'm snatching bags
The way they say the kid's pursuing
And If you got a dream
Then you got everything
I just made these beats my bitch
Without the wedding ring
Then I cuffed up Mary
Introduced her to the squad
Ever since then
We Break her down, just to collect our thoughts
My Pen and pad are the weapons
For this war that I've fought
This is for all the dark days
And bright people the city's lost

Shoutout L.E.P.,

Whaddup La Roux

We Just Doin' This Here
Do it for the thrill, so we go in for the kill
And maybe the sour