Self Titled
By Wiz Khalifa
2017
4:19
Official Music Video
Self Titled by Wiz Khalifa
Lyrics & Translation
English
You know how we do! Yeah this is what I do young. From my side of the city the dip side
Let's ride. Yes sir all my gangsters grab your weapons, punks hit the door. Let's get it
Let's get it yeah uhh
I ain't nothin nice
Line em up buckem twice
Lay em' down middle fingers up screamin fuck your life
I roll them 7′s out go head and tuck your dice
Crack your skull never seemed sicker in your fuckin life
See I don't hustle white
Scrawny but my knuckles right
Left hand will leave them shook hooks not the stuff you write
And when your hands ashy only time you've touched the white
Snatch your grind now it my grind you couldn't hustle right
See I'm a hungry dude feelin the pain
Ribs touchin got the thrill in my veins
And you niggas is all in the sunshinen but we still in the rain
And for the team leave you spillin your brains
Cause I ain't feelin you lames
Now clowns should be feelin ashamed
So put the heat to your temple and bang
Me and my soldiers in that that black on black we killin the game
You dudes pumped put a chill in your frame
Let's go man!
You should print my information, quote my rhymes
Top 5 dead or alive
Yo! Brothers respect mine
The kid that they yapping about they won't stop
You know who rule this shit
The city is mine
You should print my information, quote my rhymes
Top 5 dead or alive
Yo! Brothers respect mine
The kid that they yapping about they won't stop
You know who rule this shit
The city is mine
Ready willing and able, and I've been keeping it stable
Have a leg on the table, since the killing of Abel
Bullets rip through your facial, yeah will give you a face full
I'm into making it painful on demand like your cable
See you dudes is some divas, leave us we move with the heaters
Beef and we shoot through your beaters we turn you dudes to believers
Yeah I'm rocking and ready blown I'm cockin em steady
Popping em [?] I'm heavy dropping the top on the Chevy
Let em bang through the smith and your brain will be missing
Changing the game it was written changing the lanes when I'm whipping
It's only natural you hate me cause I'm hot
Cause I get love in the streets and I ain't never played the block
You see I do me and you can't never play me cause you not
The flow is Ludacris, coming for that number one spot
So get outta line and get smacked in
I move with the movers
You lose with the losers they smooth when executing maneuvers
You should print my information, quote my rhymes
Top 5 dead or alive
Yo! Brothers respect mine
The kid that they yapping about they won't stop
You know who rule this shit
The city is mine
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Self Titled by Wiz Khalifa
Self Titled* (original Wiz Khalifa)
You know how we do! Yeah this is what I do young. From my side of the city the dip side
Let's ride. Yes sir all my gangsters grab your weapons, punks hit the door. Let's get it
Let's get it yeah uhh
I ain't nothin nice
Line em up buckem twice
Lay em' down middle fingers up screamin fuck your life
I roll them 7′s out go head and tuck your dice
Crack your skull never seemed sicker in your fuckin life
See I don't hustle white
Scrawny but my knuckles right
Left hand will leave them shook hooks not the stuff you write
And when your hands ashy only time you've touched the white
Snatch your grind now it my grind you couldn't hustle right
See I'm a hungry dude feelin the pain
Ribs touchin got the thrill in my veins
And you niggas is all in the sunshinen but we still in the rain
And for the team leave you spillin your brains
Cause I ain't feelin you lames
Now clowns should be feelin ashamed
So put the heat to your temple and bang
Me and my soldiers in that that black on black we killin the game
You dudes pumped put a chill in your frame
Let's go man!
You should print my information, quote my rhymes
Top 5 dead or alive
Yo! Brothers respect mine
The kid that they yapping about they won't stop
You know who rule this shit
The city is mine
You should print my information, quote my rhymes
Top 5 dead or alive
Yo! Brothers respect mine
The kid that they yapping about they won't stop
You know who rule this shit
The city is mine
Ready willing and able, and I've been keeping it stable
Have a leg on the table, since the killing of Abel
Bullets rip through your facial, yeah will give you a face full
I'm into making it painful on demand like your cable
See you dudes is some divas, leave us we move with the heaters
Beef and we shoot through your beaters we turn you dudes to believers
Yeah I'm rocking and ready blown I'm cockin em steady
Popping em [?] I'm heavy dropping the top on the Chevy
Let em bang through the smith and your brain will be missing
Changing the game it was written changing the lanes when I'm whipping
It's only natural you hate me cause I'm hot
Cause I get love in the streets and I ain't never played the block
You see I do me and you can't never play me cause you not
The flow is Ludacris, coming for that number one spot
So get outta line and get smacked in
I move with the movers
You lose with the losers they smooth when executing maneuvers
You should print my information, quote my rhymes
Top 5 dead or alive
Yo! Brothers respect mine
The kid that they yapping about they won't stop
You know who rule this shit
The city is mine
Self Titled (traducción LyricVerse Team)
¡Sabes cómo lo hacemos! Sí, esto es lo que hago de joven. De mi lado de la ciudad, el lado "dip"
Vamos a rodar. Sí señor, todos mis gánsteres agarren sus armas, punks, a la puerta. Vamos a por ello
Vamos a por ello, sí, uhh
No soy nada amable
Alinéalos, dispárales dos veces
Tíralos al suelo, dedos medios arriba, gritando "que se joda tu vida"
Saco esos 7, adelante y guarda tus dados
Romper tu cráneo nunca pareció más enfermo en tu puta vida
Mira, no trapicheo con blanca
Flaco pero mis nudillos listos
La mano izquierda los dejará temblando, ganchos, no las cosas que escribes
Y cuando tus manos están cenicientas, es la única vez que has tocado la blanca
Te arrebato tu esfuerzo, ahora es mi esfuerzo, no pudiste trapichear bien
Mira, soy un tipo hambriento sintiendo el dolor
Costillas tocándose, tengo la emoción en mis venas
Y ustedes, negros, están todos bajo el sol, pero nosotros seguimos bajo la lluvia
Y por el equipo te dejo derramando tus sesos
Porque no los soporto, perdedores
Ahora los payasos deberían sentirse avergonzados
Así que pon el calor en tu sien y dispara
Mis soldados y yo en ese negro sobre negro, estamos matando el juego
Ustedes, tíos, inflados, pongan un escalofrío en su cuerpo
¡Vamos, hombre!
Deberías imprimir mi información, citar mis rimas
Top 5, vivo o muerto
¡Yo! Hermanos, respeten lo mío
El chico del que están parloteando, no pararán
Sabes quién manda en esta mierda
La ciudad es mía
Deberías imprimir mi información, citar mis rimas
Top 5, vivo o muerto
¡Yo! Hermanos, respeten lo mío
El chico del que están parloteando, no pararán
Sabes quién manda en esta mierda
La ciudad es mía
Listo, dispuesto y capaz, y lo he mantenido estable
Tengo una pierna en la mesa, desde la muerte de Abel
Las balas te desgarran la cara, sí, te dejarán la cara llena
Me gusta hacerlo doloroso, a la carta como tu cable
Mira, ustedes son unas divas, déjennos, nos movemos con las "calentadoras"
Pelea y disparamos a través de tus cacharros, los convertimos en creyentes
Sí, estoy rockeando y listo, volado, los estoy amartillando constantemente
Disparándoles [?], soy pesado, bajando la capota del Chevy
Que disparen a través del Smith y tu cerebro desaparecerá
Cambiando el juego, estaba escrito, cambiando de carril cuando conduzco
Es natural que me odies porque soy candente
Porque recibo amor en las calles y nunca he "trapicheado en la cuadra"
Mira, yo soy yo y nunca podrás jugarme porque no lo eres
El flow es Ludacris, yendo a por ese puesto número uno
Así que salte de la fila y recibe un golpe
Me muevo con los que mueven
Pierdes con los perdedores, ellos son suaves al ejecutar maniobras
Deberías imprimir mi información, citar mis rimas
Top 5, vivo o muerto
¡Yo! Hermanos, respeten lo mío
El chico del que están parloteando, no pararán
Sabes quién manda en esta mierda
La ciudad es mía
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