Chip - Londoner [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Loick Essien]
Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner, I'm a Londoner, I'mma I'mma Londoner
Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner, that I love London Town
Maybe it's because, Maybe it's because, OH!!
Maybe it's because, Maybe it's because, I'm a Londoner, I'mma I'mma Londoner..

[Verse 1: Wretch 32]
Maybe it's the way I get my hair cut
Or the way I go faster when I'm geared up
Or the way that I step out on the stage
And make the ladies scream like a actress in the theatre
Yes I'm so London, little bit of Yards in me
They're shooting, no they're recording me
And I'm movin, like I'm on a half of speed, I'm my own boss, nobody can tark for free
Get it? Chyeah
I don't walk with piece
But the chain still swinging like Tarzan G
Niggas claim that they're in it for the long run
But I'll leave em dazed when they see me run past em
Niggas ain't as smart as me
I say give me 3 nines and they call police
I say I want the rewind and they forward me
Say I'm feeling too fresh, now they call me G

[Hook: Loick Essien]

[Verse 2: Chip]
Anywhere I go I do it major
The ape in me makes me go bananas for that paper
Council estate dreams, product of my environment
Red and blue lights shine from my chain, no more sirens no
From a house party where you might see a killing yes
To a nice party where you might see a killing spent on living, expensive sipping
You can tell it's cream by the way that we're whipping
Paps wanna pap us, flyer than when they flash us
Been a Topboy since listening to Asher
Clean cut karat, got my haters looking horrid
I'm a Megaman, the stone in my ear is so solid
London Boy, bank full of pounds, never banked on me then?
Bank on me now
C's up, yeah I'm still Chippy
You know I'm going hard for the city what the fuck am I?!

[Hook: Loick Essien]

[Verse 3: Professor Green]
PG did it, no tints on the whip, mm-mm
I want you to see me in it
197 if I wanna but I drive slow-
Nought to fifty awfully swiftly
Over bridges, under tunnels, laps of the city man
I don't mean Manny when I say that I'm a city fan
Love my city, LON till the death of me
Chicks wanna pin me down, trying to wrestle me
Figure fours, four figures give me more
20 bags plus for me to even leave my door, cor
Wardrobe full of Givienchy and Dior
Who'd have thought it'd be like this when I was watching Eeyore?
Been doing this for donkeys, ain't nothing new to me
We call bags quids, one fifth on my jewellery
Real G's getting real P's quick, ain't it a bitch
Clean money got us filthy rich, sick life

[Hook: Loick Essien]