Official Music Video
Crash Da Club (Remix) by Lil Wyte
Lyrics & Translation
English
...ah yeah Hypnotize Minds, wassup Lil' Wyte featuring Juvenile
Crash the mothafuckin' club, the REMIX!! - and its goin' down for you hoes
Like THIS!!...Multiple Memphis scares, outlining your insides wit' bars
Grippin' your nina hard, bitch my blood inha-led by heart
When the fuck you gon' start, recognize that life is a game
And it's always the same, them dice you rolling ain't 'Bouta change
I'm snatchin' your chain, reimbursing you with some pain
It's all over mane, in which direction he makes a zane
I ain't 'bout that fame, I'm 'bout the cheese, and this 'Bouta bring
So fuck your hoe name, with you my faith was lacking some things
I'm starting all over with composition sticky like doja
And I thought I told ya when I come through I'm crushing like boulders
I'm hard ta top, shoot at plenty I bet it's gon' knock it - whatever I drop
But even your beef can't touch what I got
You wildin' or not, if is so bring all your beef ta the spot
Hope you got your glock, I'm strapped with no hesi-tant ta pop
So back your words up, and keep on choking out on that cock
You like it or not, its everlasting - ain't 'Bouta stop
We 'Bouta Crash Da Club - throw some chairs
Break - Break...Break - Break...Break Something
Aiyo smoke something, choke something, get real nice
We ain't gon, fall on our face - but we gon' be right
Look, police ain't around when I do my dirt
Becuz I map it all loud and then I put in work
You with them freaks - I be in the streets
Y'all be wearing them Bee's - I be wearing Ree's
Running wit' my g's from the U-T-P
This is where I'm gonna be until I D-I-E
Wodie, it's goin' down from the Easy Bay ta the West Bay
Where niggaz drank V.S.O.P. until they breath stank
Bitch gatta say something, err' time
They never handle they buisness, but staying in line
Seeking you will find, the loaded up .9
Wanted at 'cha cuz it of fa' stealin' my mind
Juvenile and Three-6 thats a-one-of-a-kind
Tooken up yo golds - nigga get ready ta blind
I'm 'Bouta crash da club, break the law
Throw some chairs, crack your jaw
If it's killing season - ain't no reason - ain't no need ta stale
I'm the one put here ta absorb all this energy and pain
Non-stop-pop-from-the-top-of-the-clip-in-ya-glock, I still don't feel you mane
Cause of that, ground the coke and now I'm puffin' a pound of dro
When I'm on that level and wit' my killaz you will be found on the flo'
I must confes, I ain't 'bout shit, but if you think ta cross me bitch
You'll end up stanky - walk the planky - and empty out your pockets bitch
Break da law, break your leg, crash da club and crack your neck
Wit' these issues that I'm facing - daily I should tote a tec
Get respect, that's no option, all the haters filled with toxin'
Walk right through the center of the crowd and pistols get ta flossin'
Causing problem - dodging bullets - soon as I corrupt the scene
Leaving damage - making havoc reaction fuckin' with me
Chair to your bizack go through my head when you ignite the flame
Lead to your bizack of your hizead before it hit your brain
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Crash Da Club (Remix) by Lil Wyte
Crash Da Club (Remix)* (original Lil Wyte)
...ah yeah Hypnotize Minds, wassup Lil' Wyte featuring Juvenile
Crash the mothafuckin' club, the REMIX!! - and its goin' down for you hoes
Like THIS!!...Multiple Memphis scares, outlining your insides wit' bars
Grippin' your nina hard, bitch my blood inha-led by heart
When the fuck you gon' start, recognize that life is a game
And it's always the same, them dice you rolling ain't 'Bouta change
I'm snatchin' your chain, reimbursing you with some pain
It's all over mane, in which direction he makes a zane
I ain't 'bout that fame, I'm 'bout the cheese, and this 'Bouta bring
So fuck your hoe name, with you my faith was lacking some things
I'm starting all over with composition sticky like doja
And I thought I told ya when I come through I'm crushing like boulders
I'm hard ta top, shoot at plenty I bet it's gon' knock it - whatever I drop
But even your beef can't touch what I got
You wildin' or not, if is so bring all your beef ta the spot
Hope you got your glock, I'm strapped with no hesi-tant ta pop
So back your words up, and keep on choking out on that cock
You like it or not, its everlasting - ain't 'Bouta stop
We 'Bouta Crash Da Club - throw some chairs
Break - Break...Break - Break...Break Something
Aiyo smoke something, choke something, get real nice
We ain't gon, fall on our face - but we gon' be right
Look, police ain't around when I do my dirt
Becuz I map it all loud and then I put in work
You with them freaks - I be in the streets
Y'all be wearing them Bee's - I be wearing Ree's
Running wit' my g's from the U-T-P
This is where I'm gonna be until I D-I-E
Wodie, it's goin' down from the Easy Bay ta the West Bay
Where niggaz drank V.S.O.P. until they breath stank
Bitch gatta say something, err' time
They never handle they buisness, but staying in line
Seeking you will find, the loaded up .9
Wanted at 'cha cuz it of fa' stealin' my mind
Juvenile and Three-6 thats a-one-of-a-kind
Tooken up yo golds - nigga get ready ta blind
I'm 'Bouta crash da club, break the law
Throw some chairs, crack your jaw
If it's killing season - ain't no reason - ain't no need ta stale
I'm the one put here ta absorb all this energy and pain
Non-stop-pop-from-the-top-of-the-clip-in-ya-glock, I still don't feel you mane
Cause of that, ground the coke and now I'm puffin' a pound of dro
When I'm on that level and wit' my killaz you will be found on the flo'
I must confes, I ain't 'bout shit, but if you think ta cross me bitch
You'll end up stanky - walk the planky - and empty out your pockets bitch
Break da law, break your leg, crash da club and crack your neck
Wit' these issues that I'm facing - daily I should tote a tec
Get respect, that's no option, all the haters filled with toxin'
Walk right through the center of the crowd and pistols get ta flossin'
Causing problem - dodging bullets - soon as I corrupt the scene
Leaving damage - making havoc reaction fuckin' with me
Chair to your bizack go through my head when you ignite the flame
Lead to your bizack of your hizead before it hit your brain
Crash Da Club (Remix) (traducción LyricVerse Team)
...ah sí Hypnotize Minds, qué onda Lil' Wyte con Juvenile
¡¡Destruye el puto club, el REMIX!! - y esto va para ustedes, putas
¡¡Así!!...Múltiples sustos en Memphis, delineando tus entrañas con barras
Agarrando tu nina fuerte, perra, mi sangre inhalada por el corazón
¿Cuándo carajo vas a empezar a reconocer que la vida es un juego?
Y siempre es lo mismo, esos dados que tiras no van a cambiar
Te estoy arrebatando la cadena, reembolsándote con algo de dolor
Todo terminó, amigo, ¿en qué dirección hace un zane?
No me importa la fama, me importa el dinero, y esto va a traer
Así que a la mierda el nombre de tu puta, contigo mi fe carecía de algunas cosas
Estoy empezando de nuevo con una composición pegajosa como doja
Y pensé que te lo dije, cuando llego, aplasto como rocas
Soy difícil de superar, disparo a muchos, apuesto a que lo va a derribar, lo que sea que suelte
Pero ni siquiera tu bronca puede tocar lo que tengo
Estás enloqueciendo o no, si es así, trae toda tu bronca al lugar
Espero que tengas tu glock, estoy armado sin dudar en disparar
Así que retracta tus palabras y sigue ahogándote con esa polla
Te guste o no, es eterno, no va a parar
Vamos a Destruir el Club - tirar algunas sillas
Rompe - Rompe...Rompe - Rompe...Rompe Algo
Aiyo fuma algo, ahoga algo, ponte bien
No vamos a caernos de cara, pero vamos a estar bien
Mira, la policía no está cerca cuando hago mis cosas
Porque lo planeo todo en voz alta y luego me pongo a trabajar
Tú con esas raras - yo estoy en las calles
Ustedes usan esas Bee's - yo uso Ree's
Corriendo con mis g's de la U-T-P
Aquí es donde voy a estar hasta que me M-U-E-R-A
Wodie, esto va desde Easy Bay hasta West Bay
Donde los negros beben V.S.O.P. hasta que les apesta el aliento
La perra tiene que decir algo, cada vez
Nunca manejan sus asuntos, pero se mantienen en línea
Buscando encontrarás, la .9 cargada
Querida por ti porque te robó la mente
Juvenile y Three-6 eso es único
Te quitaron tus oros - negro, prepárate para cegar
Voy a destrozar el club, romper la ley
Tirar algunas sillas, romperte la mandíbula
Si es temporada de matanza - no hay razón - no hay necesidad de estancarse
Soy el que está aquí para absorber toda esta energía y dolor
Disparo sin parar desde la parte superior del cargador de tu glock, todavía no te siento, amigo
Por eso, muelo la coca y ahora estoy fumando una libra de hierba
Cuando estoy en ese nivel y con mis asesinos, serás encontrado en el suelo
Debo confesar, no valgo mierda, pero si piensas en cruzarme, perra
Terminarás apestoso - camina por la tabla - y vacía tus bolsillos, perra
Rompe la ley, rómpete la pierna, destroza el club y rómpete el cuello
Con estos problemas que enfrento - diariamente debería llevar una tec
Gana respeto, eso no es una opción, todos los que odian llenos de toxinas
Camina directamente por el centro de la multitud y las pistolas empiezan a lucirse
Causando problemas - esquivando balas - tan pronto como corrompo la escena
Dejando daños - causando estragos, reaccionando a joder conmigo
Una silla en tu espalda me atraviesa la cabeza cuando enciendes la llama
Plomo en la parte trasera de tu cabeza antes de que te golpee el cerebro
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