Текст (слова) песни: Lil` Wyte - Crash da Club [Remix]

[DJ Paul]
ahh yeah...Hypnotize Minds, wassup? Lil` Wyte featurin` Juvenile
Crash tha mothafuckin` club, tha remix, and its goin` down fo` you hoez
Like THISSSSSS
[Lil` Wyte]
Multiple mental scarz, outlinin` yo insidez wit` barz
Grippin` yo nina hard, bitch by blood n hater by heart
When tha fuck you gon` start, recognizin that life is a game
And it`z alwayz the same, them dice you rollin ain`t bout ta change
I`m snatchin` yo chain, reimbursin you wit some pain
It`s all on tha main, in which direction he makes a zane
I ain`t bout that fame, I`m bout tha cheese, and it`s bout tha brainz
So fuck yo whole name, wit you my faith was lackin some thangz
I`m startin all ova wit composition stickin like doja
And I thought I told ya when I come through I`m crushin like bouldaz
I`m hard ta top, shoot at plenty I bet it`s gon` knock, whateva i drop
But even yo BEAST can`t touch what I got
You whilin or not, if so bring all yo beef to tha spot
Hope you got yo glock, I`m strapped with no hesi-tant ta pop
So back yo words up, and keep on chokin out on that cock
You like it or not, its everlastin and aint Bout to stop

[Hook: Lil Wyte - repeat 8X]
We Bout to Crash Da Club - throw some chairs
(*DJ Scratching*) Break - Break...Break - Break...Break Something

[Juvenile]
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

[Hook]

[Lil` Wyte]
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

[Hook]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Lil` Wyte - Crash da Club [Remix] [DJ Paul] ahh yeah...Hypnotize Minds, wassup? Lil` Wyte featurin` Juvenile Crash tha mothafuckin` club, tha remix, and its goin` down fo` you hoez Like THISSSSSS [Lil` Wyte] Multiple mental scarz, outlinin` yo insidez wit` barz Grippin` yo nina hard, bitch by blood n hater by heart When tha fuck you gon` start, recognizin that life is a game And it`z alwayz the same, them dice you rollin ain`t bout ta change I`m snatchin` yo chain, reimbursin you wit some pain It`s all on tha main, in which direction he makes a zane I ain`t bout that fame, I`m bout tha cheese, and it`s bout tha brainz So fuck yo whole name, wit you my faith was lackin some thangz I`m startin all ova wit composition stickin like doja And I thought I told ya when I come through I`m crushin like bouldaz I`m hard ta top, shoot at plenty I bet it`s gon` knock, whateva i drop But even yo BEAST can`t touch what I got You whilin or not, if so bring all yo beef to tha spot Hope you got yo glock, I`m strapped with no hesi-tant ta pop So back yo words up, and keep on chokin out on that cock You like it or not, its everlastin and aint Bout to stop [Hook: Lil Wyte - repeat 8X] We Bout to Crash Da Club - throw some chairs (DJ Scratching) Break - Break...Break - Break...Break Something [Juvenile] 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 [Hook] [Lil` Wyte] 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 [Hook] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Crash da Club [Remix]: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/111/1/10666.html Все тексты песен: Lil` Wyte » Lil` Wyte - Doubt Me Now » Lil` Wyte - Don`t Take Those (Skit) » Lil` Wyte - My Smoking Song » Lil` Wyte - Comin` Yo Direction (Good `Ole Boys) » Lil` Wyte - Blame it On Da Bay » Lil` Wyte - Oxy Cotton » Lil` Wyte - Players in da Atmosphere » Lil` Wyte - I Sho Will » Lil` Wyte - Death and Life (Skit) » Lil` Wyte - Doubt Me Now (Song) » Lil` Wyte - Sh*t Faced (Skit) » Lil` Wyte - Crash Da Club » Lil` Wyte - Get High to This » Lil` Wyte - Acid » Lil` Wyte - We Ain`t Playin` » Lil` Wyte - In the Streets » Lil` Wyte - Ten Toes Tall » Lil` Wyte - The Replacement (Outro) » Lil` Wyte - Doubt Me Now » Lil` Wyte - In Here Рекомендуем скачать: » Юрий Визбор - Чад, перегар бензиновый... » Юрий Визбор - Речка Нара » Юрий Визбор - С побитыми шляться глазами... » Юрий Лорес - Знаки зодиака » Ю.Титов - Навсегда » Юрий Вайханский - Я не звал тебя » Юрий Нестеренко - Ничего хуже нет осенней этой рани... » Юрий Визбор - Артлото » Юрий Визбор - Над киностудией » Юрий Визбор - Ах, какая пропажа » Юрий Лорес - Знаки зодиака » Юрий Харченко - Пристань » Юз (Иосиф) Алешковский - Эрнесто Че Гевара » Юрий Визбор - Маленький радист » Юрий Кукин - Мое пальто » Юрий Лорес - Мария » Юрий Визбор - Баллада о КАМАЗе » Юрий Панюшкин - Сезон последнего дождя... » Юрий Визбор - Цыганочка » Юрий Любаров - Песенка про хомячка
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