Platz da Lyrics (English Translation) – O.G.

[hook]
Come to the club, brother, please make room
Shake your booty, baby, bend over for cash
A couple of millen snaps, I dribble the Kahbas
Criminal motherfu*ker, bro, Feuerbacher
Come to the club, brother, please make room
Shake your booty, baby, bend over for cash
A couple of millen snaps, I dribble the Kahbas
Criminal motherfu*ker, bro, Feuerbacher

[Part 1]
Walk into the store, eyes red, THC overdose
Meet scoundrels in the hallway, I haven’t seen them in years
What’s up? How are you? Wanked to Harmonies and five seals
Useless, get out of the way, otherwise I’ll swing you away today, uhh
Get to know the policy from Hollanda
Hoodies in Málaga, Brudi, that’s already standard
Don’t bunker my money, look at the Tabaluga hideout
I smoke Nouga, brother, plus I also do well with Spotify Cash (Uhh)
Don’t act like it’s all a flex
The last rapper I saw fu*ked by club leftovers
Ot for criminals, stabbers, pretend crushers, weed professor
Kilo presser, but I do more like you

[hook]
Come to the club, brother, please make room
Shake your booty, baby, bend over for cash
A couple of millen snaps, I dribble the Kahbas
Criminal motherfu*ker, bro, Feuerbacher
Come to the club, brother, please make room
Shake your booty, baby, bend over for cash
A couple of millen snaps, I dribble the Kahbas
Criminal motherfu*ker, bro, Feuerbacher

[Part 2]
Brother, we’re coming to the stage, twenty men angry with Haze
Ballerman on man, the motherfu*ker acts aggressive, yeah
When I come, the shed smells of danger
And if the situation escalates, the fee has already been paid
Pop the bottle, I’ll hit bottles on your head
Angry at Whiskey on the Rocks, Sibbi, everyone under Shock
P-p-, pop the bottle with the blunt in your hand
Live in my skin for a few days and you’ll lose your mind (Uhh)
Raise your middle finger, fu*k the judge
Wanted to see me downstairs, broke then, now a rap star
We’re dope, we’re, look, we’re flow-wise better
We are Hood, we are not like you

[hook]
Come to the club, brother, please make room
Shake your booty, baby, bend over for cash
A couple of millen snaps, I dribble the Kahbas
Criminal motherfu*ker, bro, Feuerbacher
Come to the club, brother, please make room
Shake your booty, baby, bend over for money
A couple of millen snaps, I dribble the Kahbas
Criminal motherfu*ker, bro, Feuerbacher

[Hook]

The hook of “Platz da (English Translation)” sets the scene of a club atmosphere, urging listeners to make space for the narrator and embrace the hedonistic vibe. It speaks to the indulgence and excess often associated with nightlife, with references to dancing, money, and a defiant, somewhat aggressive attitude embodied by the term “Criminal motherfu*ker, bro, Feuerbacher.”

[Part 1]

In this verse, the narrator describes a scene of entering a store, possibly while under the influence of THC (the psychoactive compound in mar!juana), as indicated by their red eyes and reference to an overdose. They encounter old acquaintances in the hallway, exchanging casual greetings. The narrator dismisses any distractions, warning others to move aside or face consequences. References to locations like Hollanda, Málaga, and Tabaluga suggest a familiarity with various locales, possibly hinting at a life involved in illicit activities. The mention of smoking “Nouga” and earning money through “Spotify Cash” implies a connection to the drug trade and possibly online hustles. The verse also juxtaposes the narrator’s lifestyle with that of a rapper who seems less successful or respected.

[Hook]

The second appearance of the hook reinforces the club setting and the assertive attitude of the narrator, reiterating the call for space and emphasizing themes of dancing, money, and a rebellious identity.

[Part 2]

This section portrays the narrator and their crew entering a stage or a confrontational situation with an aggressive demeanor. References to “Haze” and “Ballerman” suggest a potentially hostile environment. Despite the tension, the narrator exudes confidence, warning of the repercussions if provoked. They boast of their ability to handle themselves in conflicts, even resorting to violence if necessary. The mention of alcohol and defiance towards authority figures adds to the rebellious tone, reflecting a disregard for societal norms. The verse concludes with a declaration of their superiority, both in terms of talent (“flow-wise better”) and street credibility (“We are Hood”).

[Hook]

The final repetition of the hook serves to close the song, reinforcing the themes of club culture, financial success, and a confrontational attitude, encapsulating the rebellious spirit of the narrative throughout the song.