Wale - Chillin [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Lady GaGa]
Look at, lookin' At, lookin' at me
Look at that, look how they lookin' at me
Eyes all stickin' Like honey on bees
Look At that, Look how they lookin' at me

[Wale]
Yeah DC chillin', PG chillin'
My Name Wale and I came to get it
Came to get it, came to get It
My name Wale

[Verse 1: Wale]
Shiiit, This how you start off '09
Kickin' in the door, and I'm everybody problem
Stuntin' in some other Jordan Nines
I got Phil Knight talkin' about "How you got them?"
Lets talk about the cars y'all got
You say you got a lotta whips, well I got a lot
I got the right to be cocky
Get so much cut disc jockeys jock me
You niggas mad cause you not me
I remain a giant while you're Jeremy Shockey
And if you ain't heard me properly
If you speak garbage, then we no capiche
DC chillin', PG chillin', floor To the ceilin'
Stuntin' in my Billionaire gear on my
Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, Wale

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wale]
They keep sayin' whale, but my name Wale
Hoes call me "Mr. Never Wear The Same Thing"
You redundant, You never ever change
And I'm the same way, M.I.A
And me, Cool & Dre gettin' high like planes
Your man Wale in his own damn lane
Can't control the box, you are no Mills Lane
Ain't heard DC since Sardines came
Ha! And I made y'all love it
We don't cop pleas, but y'all don't cop nothin'
Police come around don't nobody say nothin'
And you be with the cops, you niggas is McLovin
Dark liquor 'til we busted
'Til I got a buzz like that nigga Chris Mullen
District Of Columbia
You Bernie Mac funny, we ain't scared of none of ya

[Hook]

[Bridge: Lady GaGa]
Get 'em all, get 'em all, pick it all up
Stack up your funds like a million bucks
Across that pond, they all know us
International... whoaaaa!
Driving my car to a foreign place
Lookin' at me, now they know my face
We want it all now, we got it all yesss
Look at that, look how they lookin' at usss

Verse 3
Dre, Pick 'em ,ah, Pick'em, ill shut Them All Down
Haters in the crowd, if you see 'em point them out
Stacks in my jeans, broads on the scene
Folarin be ballin for all yall to see
Ain't I something? The Way Im Stuntin
My Material Girls give 'em A-Rod Moneyyy!
LV on my Luggage
Them Bammas Goin Hate, and I love it, Fuck 'Em

[Hook]