Lil' Wyte - Crash Da Club Lyrics
(feat. Juvenile)[Lil' Wyte]...ah yeah Hypnotize Minds, wassup Lil' Wyte featuring JuvenileCrash the motha*****in' club, the REMIX!! - and its goin' down for you hoesLike THIS!!...Multiple Memphis scares, outlining your insides wit' barsGrippin' your nina hard, ***** my blood inha-led by heartWhen the ***** you gon' start, recognize that life is a gameAnd it's always the same, them dice you rolling ain't 'Bouta changeI'm snatchin' your chain, reimbursing you with some painIt's all over mane, in which direction he makes a zaneI ain't 'bout that fame, I'm 'bout the cheese, and this 'Bouta bringSo ***** your hoe name, with you my faith was lacking some thingsI'm starting all over with composition sticky like dojaAnd I thought I told ya when I come through I'm crushing like bouldersI'm hard ta top, shoot at plenty I bet it's gon' knock it - whatever I dropBut even your beef can't touch what I gotYou wildin' or not, if is so bring all your beef ta the spotHope you got your glock, I'm strapped with no hesi-tant ta popSo back your words up, and keep on choking out on that *****You like it or not, its everlasting - ain't 'Bouta stop[Hook: Lil Wyte - repeat 8X]We 'Bouta Crash Da Club - throw some chairs[DJ Scratching] Break - Break...Break - Break...Break Something[Juvenile]Aiyo smoke something, choke something, get real niceWe ain't gon, fall on our face - but we gon' be rightLook, police ain't around when I do my dirtBecuz I map it all loud and then I put in workYou with them freaks - I be in the streetsY'all be wearing them Bee's - I be wearing Ree'sRunning wit' my g's from the U-T-PThis is where I'm gonna be until I D-I-EWodie, it's goin' down from the Easy Bay ta the West BayWhere niggaz drank V.S.O.P. until they breath stank***** gatta say something, err' timeThey never handle they buisness, but staying in lineSeeking you will find, the loaded up .9Wanted at 'cha cuz it of fa' stealin' my mindJuvenile and Three-6 thats a-one-of-a-kindTooken up yo golds - nigga get ready ta blind[Hook][Lil' Wyte]I'm 'Bouta crash da club, break the lawThrow some chairs, crack your jawIf it's killing season - ain't no reason - ain't no need ta staleI'm the one put here ta absorb all this energy and painNon-stop-pop-from-the-top-of-the-clip-in-ya-glock, I still don't feel you maneCause of that, ground the coke and now I'm puffin' a pound of droWhen 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 *****You'll end up stanky - walk the planky - and empty out your pockets *****Break da law, break your leg, crash da club and crack your neckWit' these issues that I'm facing - daily I should tote a tecGet 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 sceneLeaving damage - making havoc reaction *****in' with meChair to your bizack go through my head when you ignite the flameLead to your bizack of your hizead before it hit your brain[Hook]
