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It's that little Chico Pitbull
This my way of letting my City know I'll ride for 'em! I'll Cry for 'em! Bust five for 'em! And most of all, FUCKING DIE FOR 'EM!! (Repeat 4x) HEY 305! TILL I DIE! (Chorus Repeat 2x) I'll ride for my muthafucing click! For my click! I'll die for my muthafucking click! For my click! I bust heads with my muthafucking click! With my click! If a nigga talk shit, Watch my shit go click! Click, click, click, click! Man, I've been on the grind, 1 in the head, 16 in the 9 I'm extra Man! The game is mine, in due time It's all right, I'm patient Man! I know how to play my position I know how to play my part I know how to play these bitches I know how to play with they hearts I've done some dumb things But for the most, I've played it smart Who cares if you run things 'cause I'm as live as 106 & park! This game is nothing, But a pool of blood with a bunch of sharks! Only the strong survive It's Do or Die get it Right! That's why I roll for my peoples Cock back, go to war with my peoples Break bread with my peoples Man I'll die for my peoples Everybody knows its the truth That's why they respect everything that I do Everywhere that I go, every fiend, every foe Every bitch or a hoe Man I sold it all From the weed to the x From the x to the blow Mark my words "I'm next to blow!" P to the I, I to the T, T to the B, B to the U, to the double the L Me I'ma sell like ice cream in hell This for my peoples that's locked up in jail I'ma succeed, I'm never 'gon fail! Papo just watch me! (Chorus 2x) Man I'm watching the game closely Uncle Luke that man done coached me He told me the who, what, where's, and why's How to cross T's, how to dot I's Little did he know he created a Monster PITBULL Nigga, I'm that Monster DB, them Chico's is Monsters! Lil'Jon, that Nigga is a Monster Everybody in the clique is well equipped Ready for Pit to take over shit This here is not a game? This here is our lives? We can't fuck this up? We gotta get it right? If you wit us and you ready for war Then let's Ride!!! LET'S show 'em how we do in the south Kick in they door, run in they house Since them boys think they spit fire Fuck it, put the gun in they mouth! Follow me now All these bitches wanna swallow me now All these niggas that I don't even know Wanna hollah at me now 'cause the wanna be down But fuck'em man Me I turn it up a notch To my hustlers be careful when they murdering the block To my killers be careful when you burning up the glock Last thing you wanna be is running from the cops Pit's 'gon take it from da bottom to the top Haters can hate, but it aint 'gon stop Everybody knows I'mma blow just listen to the flow This Chico got it on lock HA (Chorus 2x) (Repeat 12x) HEY 305! TILL I DIE! |
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| 2. |
| 3:39 |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Let's go Right about now, (Whats up?) we need all the ladies to hit the dance floor (Dominicanas) If you got a big (todas la cubana) ol' booty And you like to shake (Mexicana) that mother Let's go Pitbull, Lil' John. Let's go (Boriqua) [Chorus] Esa jevita esta enterita, y tiene tremendo culo Esta tan linda, esta tan rica y tiene tremendo culo Que linda chiquita pero que importa si tiene tremendo culo Has me el favor y meneate chica, tienes tremendo culo Pull up to the club, walk in than I Pull to the bar get drinks than I Pull up to a broad let her know what it is, how it is, Why it is what it is I ain't got time for no games. Hoping Mami that you feel the same I got what you need to feel the pain, here's my number, Call me when you up for an even exchange Feel me, let me see you do that dirty dance, dirty dance Mami Feel me, let me see you touch your toes or shake that thang And talk with you ass Feel me all my chicos, all my Jamaicans all my blacks, All my Haitians Feel me cause they know I'm gonna run till they kill me. Culo! [Chorus] Mami got her ass and thighs like trina and J-LO, Multiplied. She's off the chain, off the glass, Off the flip and with a couple mo drinks I'll be off to hit mine I'll be wearing her out and when I'm finished paramedics gone carry her out. Mine The night is young and if it's shaved, I'll give you some of this mighty tounge, HEY! Be easy, go ahead please me, talk to me sleazy baby I want a freak, a monster in bed, last thing I need is a lady. [Chorus: x2] Hey hey hey hey hey Shake that A (Grazie a frank o frank per questo testo) |
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| 3. |
| 3:20 |
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One time for my freaks
That know what to do when I Skeet, Skeet! That like it Hard, rough, face down, ass up Yes sir! That like their hair pulled When you beat from the back That's what I like But mami can you really get down like that? [Chorus] She's Freaky! She knows how to do what I like just right! She's Freaky! She likes you to talk dirty all night! She's Freaky! She likes her ass slapped when she rides! She's Freaky! And a freak is what I need in my life! One, little two, little three, little four Five, little six, little seven, little hoes Now calling all freaks that like blind folds Fi, fi, fo! From go ahead and blow me now I need a freak to hold me down! I like the way you move And the way you do the things you do Can I get at you? I'm just telling you the truth Maybe I'm too blunt, but why front! You got it going on, just pull up your skirt I know what to do with your thong! I'ma Pull it to the side and rub it down right Let me know if I'm wrong! [Chorus 2x] Look at those eyes, look at those thighs I could tell by the way she act that She's Freaky and knows how to keep secrets And knows how to throw it back right! Go ahead and hurt me? Put it on me, put it on me Throw it back like an old jersey I want ya'll, I want ya'll To get loose, get crunk, get high, get drunk To the point of no return, take one more shot And feel the burn, now work it out Shake that thing 'til you can't no more now! Work it out, take that thing d-down to the floor now! Work it out, Shake that thing 'til you can't no more now! Work it out, take that thing d-down to the floor now! [Chorus 2x] |
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| 4. |
| 3:15 |
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(feat. Oobie)
(Oobie) Babyyy you ain't gotta front .. shorty cause I want you Babyyy you ain't gotta front .. shorty cause I want you Babyyy you ain't gotta front if you want me .. Babyyy you ain't gotta front if you want me, shorty cause I want you Babyyy you ain't gotta front if you want me I could get down if you let me, shorty cause I want you I've never shown you (oooh) shake it on me Baby, you ain't gotta front if you want me I could get down if you let me, shorty cause I want you I've never shown you (oooh) shake it on me (Pitbull) Yeah, yeahh, yeahh, hahahaha, whooo! .. Hahaha, uhh I'ma tell you my thoughts mami then you could tell me, uhh, whatchu think We could discuss everythin you wanna do baby over these drinks You could tell me how you want it, don't fight it You could tell me how you like it, I'm Mr. However You Want It B-b-b-j-j-j-jump on it, I ain't here to sell you dreams or paint you some pretty pictures I just wanna get in those jeans and just like a robbery lick ya Baby you got me feelin crazy, don't worry 'bout these haters Wait up, wait up, I got room keys, come see me later We gon' fulfill fantasies so call your girls Don't be mad at me, excuse me baby, I'm freaky girl Sugar check this out.. This gon' be a night to remember I can tell by the way you shake it on me (Chorus: Oobie) Baby, you ain't gotta front if you want me I could get down if you let me, shorty cause I want you I've never shown you (oooh, shake it on me) (Pitbull) Now I'm, feelin, a little, whoozy It's like the, room, spinnin, and movin I feel her, body, next to, mine I'm so, fucked up, it's like I'm, blind All I feel is her rubbin my back, I'm lovin that I'm so caught up in the moment, ain't no holdin back, never that Mami ain't on E but I got her eyes rollin back (hahaha) Mami it's all on me, let me show you how to play wit that Now please, let me, show you how freaks tempt me I know that, you're a, freak it's just discrete Sugar check this out.. This gon' be a night to remember I can tell by the way you shake it on me (Chorus) - 2X (Oobie) Babyyy ... babyyy .. oooo .. Baby, you ain't gotta front if you want me |
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| 5. |
| 3:33 |
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(feat. Lil Jon & Fat Joe)
(Chorus) (Repeat 3x) Oye Loca! Ven pa'ca! Come here! What! Muevelo, muevelo sin parar! Let's Go! Como! Si tu quiere' que te coma toda Si tu quiere' que te coma toda Si tu quiere' que te coma toda Abre las pierna', y dale Toma! I'ma make that thang bounce! I'ma make that thang shake! I'ma make that thang clap! I'ma make that thang break! Every other city we go We always pull a couple of pretty hoes Send 'em back to the room and get it on! Once we're done, get your clothes Get going! Dale! Let me see you get freaky baby! Let me see you get nasty mami! Let me see you act like an animal Straight out the cage baby, Dale! What I do is unheard of With these women I'm O.J I get away with murder! I'ma hit 'till it's out of order If it wasn't for R. Kelly I'll record her! Now step to the right! Now step to the left! Now hold on one second Baby let me catch my breath Hah, Hah, let's go! Hah, Hah, let's go! Hah, Hah, let's go! Hah, Hah, ah Break It Down! (Chorus) Mami I know how you like it Just let loose! Go ahead and relax! Let me play with your pretty kitty Your pretty titties And let me play with your ass! I'm the Chico that'll take you to ecstasy! What you waiting for? Let's go, let's go, let's go! When we finish tonight I'll guarantee that you'll be calling me back For some more, more, more! And at the same time I want you to teach me a little something Just blow my mind! You know what I mean The one below the waist line! You know me Baby I'm freaky! Freaky? Baby I'm freaky! Freaky? Baby I'm freaky! Freaky? Baby I'm freaky! Freaky? Baby I'm freaky! (Chorus) It's getting kinda hot in this muthafucka tonight ladies! That means it's time for ya'll to get all the way wild and loose! I don't care if you got a man, you single, whatever! It's time, it's time, it's time, let's go! (Repeat 2x) Quitate la ropa, Quitate la ropa! Quitate la ropa, si estas caliente Quitate la ropa! |
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| 6. |
| 3:52 |
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(feat. Oobie)
(INTRO - OOBIE) Everytime I see you, you're tryna' to take me home And it makes me wonder, if we were to get it on Would you take the time to touch me (touch me) And take me into ecstasy yeah (CHORUS - OOBIE) And I wonder if I take you home Would you give me good love baby Would you fufill my fantasies Or would you just do me wrong (would you just do me wrong) I wonder if I take you home Would you give me good love baby Would you fufill my fantasies Or would you just do me wrong (would you just do me wrong) (VERSE 1 - PITBULL) Mami what's up wit ya' I just wanna get to know you better Mami you tight work And I know I could get you wetter I know you hear this a lot And I know you fed up I know life is hard But you gotta keep ya' head up You got the real game, check Nail game, check Hair game, check Everything, check That's why I can't wait to slip off your clothes And lick you from head to toe And give you some of this fire head till you explode I wanna make you cum till you can't cum no more (ay, que rico) I wanna see you girl, roll your toes (ay, que rico) I wanna be the one to turn you out (ay, que rico) I'ma show you what I be about I'm not a hot boy, I'm a hot man That'll eat yo' ass, till you say god damn Girl I love this And if you think you got some undefeated Tyson pussy Bitch I'm Buster Douglas (CHORUS - OOBIE) And I wonder if I take you home Would you give me good love baby Would you fufill my fantasies Or would you just do me wrong (would you just do me wrong) I wonder if I take you home Would you give me good love baby Would you fufill my fantasies Or would you just do me wrong (would you just do me wrong) (VERSE 2 - PITBULL) I wanna be that man, that you've, never had before I wanna be that man, that'll put it on you fast and slow I wanna be, everything that you need baby and more It would be no fun, if I told you everything that's in store You've got those body parts, I just wanna explore Como me vuelves loco, ven paca mi amor You got my two boys, below my waistline, singing the blues Tell me baby, honestly, what is it exactly you got to lose Nothing at all, except climbin the walls (ay, que rico) Don't lie you know you want some more (ay, que rico) I'ma have you going crazy, praising the lord (ay, que rico) I fuck like I rap, hardcore I'm not a hot boy, I'm a hot man That'll eat yo' ass, till you say god damn Girl I love this And if you think you got some undefeated Tyson pussy Bitch I'm Buster Douglas (CHORUS - OOBIE) And I wonder if I take you home Would you give me good love baby Would you fufill my fantasies Or would you just do me wrong (would you just do me wrong) I wonder if I take you home Would you give me good love baby Would you fufill my fantasies Or would you just do me wrong (would you just do me wrong) And I wonder if I take you home Would you give me good love baby Would you fufill my fantasies Or would you just do me wrong And I wonder if I take you home Would you give me good love baby Would you fufill my fantasies Or would you just do me wrong |
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| 7. |
| 3:06 |
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(feat. Oobie)
(Chorus repeat 2x) Ohh Girl you better (ohh) St-Stop playin (ohh) Bitch what'cha waitin for Get your ass on the floor You know the night was good When you wake up in the morning With a cloudy piss You know how i do Gimme the vodka skip the cris Im at the bar feelin like 50 takin like 9 shots I got like 9 broads takin em with me why stop Now im bouncin from broad to broad This thing is thick from wall to wall Ive never read the book But its like i mastered the art of war So if anybody thinks they can take advantage Cuz ive had a couple of drinks think again Ill have you like kanye west With a brand new jaw and a metal chin (Chorus rp 2x) Excuse me im takin over Im sick like ebola I dont know what they told ya But bitch this chico's a soldier Get the crip and roll up Or drop the E and roll out Most of these busta's fold up When its time to thug out Imma take it to the club Where them freaks be takin it off and backin it up Imma make ya so hot as soon as these mami's walk in they ready to fuck Every (every) body (body) listen (listen) closely Cuz imma do whats never been done The games been fucked but its never been sprung (Chorus rp 2x) Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh Get your ass on the floor Ohh Ohhh Get your ass on the floor Ohh Ohh Get your ass on the floor Ohh Ohh Ohh Get your ass on the floor Ohh Girl Ohh St-Stop playin (ohh) Bitch what'cha waitin for Get your ass on the floor (rp 2x) |
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| 8. |
| 4:36 |
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(feat. Bun B)
We gon take it from the bottom (M-I-A-M-I to Houston!!) H-town! Pitbull, Bun B.. My dogg Demi, keep ya head up, I gotchu, I promise! All my chicos, I gotchu, I promise! Miami, I gotchu, I promise!! I'ma take over this bitch! I promise!! So get ready mothafuckaz, this is not a game!! (Eeeeeeeyooooouuu!!!!!) (Verse 1) (Pitbull) I'm from the dirty dirty, where a lot of these cats mix the weed With the coke and blow dirty, we're off the chain meng Rap game, crack game, cut it, cook it, chop it, record it Album shop it, its all the same thang Y'all look at these blue skies and think paradise I look at these blue skies, and think what a disguise That's why its called the "Magic City", it's a treat to your eyes Cross the bridge and it'll fuck with ya mind Word of advice don't follow the streets, follow the signs Cuz the last thing you wanna do is get lost, cause it might just cost ya life Y'all heard about the smash-&-grabs so watch where you put the map on the dash cause they might end up clapping ya ass Why you think the traffic lights, they blink at late night They don't want you to stop cause the streets'll be filled wit red stripes Like Jamaican beer, we fry 'em like bacon here yo life'll get taken here, I just thought I should make it clear! Yeah!! (Chorus) Everything we do is dirty!!!! We pull up in the drop, it's dirty!! We pound that twat, dirty!! Miami!!!, we're dirty! Where they lace 'em, roll 'em, smoke 'em and blow 'em dirty! Guns they hold 'em, if they clean dogg, we make 'em dirty! (Repeat 2x) (Verse 2) (Bun B) Straight up outta Texas, the reckless, PA to be exact Where the streets is cutthroat and fiends kill you for a G of crack 8 g's and cadillacs, chevys cut on the deltas might swang up on ya then hurt ya, nobody here gon help ya 2000 heltah skelta, talking bout families and killers vicious like silver-back guerillas see then peel ya niggaz down here ain't tryna feel ya, see ya, hear ya, know ya serve ya, for ya or for ya (Feel it!!!) You pussy niggaz been hatin on us for too long So we finna prove you wrong, teach you hoes a new song (thats whats up) Cuz the time is now (now), the place is here (here) I could smell you scared nigga, I could taste your fear Go make it clear and move the smoke outta yo eyes So that when everything go down, it won't be no kind of surprise And I got no time for yo lies (No time for lies!!), save 'em for peter Just remember my name, I'm facing my heater (BITCH!), let's get it dirty! (Chorus) Everything we do is dirty!!!! We pull up in the drop, it's dirty!! We pound that twat, dirty!! Miami!!!, we're dirty! Where they lace 'em, roll 'em, smoke 'em and blow 'em dirty! Guns they hold 'em, if they clean dogg, we make 'em dirty! (Repeat 2x) (Verse 3) (Pitbull) These boys from the bottom are obsessed with old school chevys We call 'em verts and donks, some we call box chevys Seven-duece, seven-trey, seven-four, seven-five M-I-A-M-I till I die, 3-0-5!!! Candy paint and leather, they don't fuck wit nothing but dubs or better Y'all call 'em street sweepers, we call 'em choppers Cuz when the bullets spit they spin like helicopters This city's filled with crooked coppers and crooked doctors So how could these streets not be filled with crooked bitches and niggaz cocaine cooking brick flipping bitches trippin for figures This Cuban has seen it, heard about it and lived it that's why I spit it so vivid, you got it, I want it, you give it This is for everybody in county, TGK, Metro West and Stockade Doing time And if you got more than 365 and you're up the road rep MIA with pride, That's right!!! (Chorus) Everything we do is dirty!!!! We pull up in the drop, it's dirty!! We pound that twat, dirty!! Miami!!!, we're dirty! Where they lace 'em, roll 'em, smoke 'em and blow 'em dirty! Guns they hold 'em, if they clean dogg, they make 'em dirty! (Repeat 2x) |
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| 9. |
| 4:01 |
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(feat. Piccalo)
(Intro) Dammit man (Lil Jon), D-D-Dammit man (Pitbull) D-D-Dammit man, D-D-Dammit man Dammit man (Lil Jon), D-D-Dammit man (Pitbull) D-D-Dammit man, D-D-Dammit man (Chorus) When you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man! (Dammit man!) (4x) (What? Fuck with us, what) Y'all really can't fuck with us (Fuck with us, what) Y'all really can't fuck with us (Fuck with us, what) Y'all really can't fuck with us (Fuck with us, what) Y'all really can't fuck with us Y'all really can't fuck with us (Verse 1) I'ma kill 'em in the club with this one I'ma tear the club the fuck up I'ma have 'em goin' to war over this one Partna, just listen If you don't want those things to click-clack Take a few steps back Because I'm playin fo' keeps, go ahead keep playin with me And watch how I hit 'em in the head once again For those who didn't believe in the kid Y'all might as well be dead because what y'all thought couldn't be done, I did I'm like Ray Charles dawg, I don't see none of y'all I'm blind to the fact that half of y'all rap, and I'm outrunnin y'all When I hit 'em from the back I got them mami's saying dammit man When I put it in they mouth I got them mami's saying duh-huh-huh-muhh (Time out!, whoo) When I hit 'em from the back I got them mami's saying dammit man When I put it in they mouth I got them mami's saying duh-huh-huh-muhh Put that up dammit But me and you both know that these niggaz ain't ready They're just too petty, I'm just too deadly (Whoo!) (Chorus) (Verse 2) Pitbull's that underrated, underdog, killin' the underground But that's just an understatement It's hard to understand why I'm still underpaid Just look in my blue eyes and see the hunger and pain, dammit man But I don't plan it man, because I do what I wanna do, move what I wanna move Y'all gonna see what I mean when I live out my dreams I'ma tell you like biggie told me, cash rules everything around me I could give a fuck about what you say about me cause when those things get pulled out and squeezed, they'll spray about three Hit 'em up, wet 'em up, get 'em up, give it up, thats how it goes Pit's gon spit it up, flip it up, rip it up, but I'm a pro (Time out!, whoo) Hit 'em up, wet 'em up, get 'em up, give it up, thats how it goes Pit's gon spit it up, flip it up, rip it up, but I'm a pro So all ya'll amateur ass niggaz do-don't try to sit home Pit's co-co-comin, runnin gunnin fo-fo that throne (Chorus) (What? Fuck With Us, What) Yall really can't fuck with us (Fuck With Us, What) Yall really can't fuck with us (Fuck With Us, What) Yall really can't fuck with us (Fuck With Us, What) Yall really can't fuck with us Yall really can't fuck with us |
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| 10. |
| 5:07 |
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(feat. Cubo)
Yeah Yeah Que Vuelta? Di le nota (Di le nota) You know who it is For all these bustas and haters (Chorus) We don't care about yo clique We don't care about yo crew We don't care about yo bitch We don't care what you do We don't care about your car We don't care about your chips We don't care about shit accept getting rich (Verse 1) (Pitbull) Now that Little Jon has opened the door It's over dawg This that new south That's it, it's over ya'll No more warning ya'll We tired of getting over looked You want beef? then I hope you like it over-cooked Oh and for that bread It's whatever man I'm fully prepared to pump lead At any nigga that wanna bump heads So bring it But when them things go Rr-rr-rr-rringing Someones gonna get hit And that's a fact, not an opinion I'm buiding my connects And that there is dangerous Didn't your mother teach you Not to talk to strangers? Then why are you in my ear talking all the shit Just 'cause I'm cuban doesn't mean I flip bricks So stop asking me the price on them thangs down here 'Cause that one of them thangs that get chu killed 'round here I don't care who you are, who you might be But I'd rather die, then let an undercover bite me (Chorus) (Verse 2) (Cubo) I'm in this bitch now Ya'll niggaz better get ready I'm ready for whatever ya'll want Boy, but it ain't nothing pretty Ya'll wanna start shit Tell me what ya'll wanna do Me, Pit, DB, we don't care about ? I don't care about slanging them thangs Back 'em spraying them thangs If you get ? just homie don't mention my name BLAKAH, that's exactly what I'm spitting meng Homie, don't make me have to blow 'em chopper meng 'Cause I can spit it spit it However you want it want it My peoples is with it with it We about that money money And I do anything that I have to do to get that money meng Miami, Money is a major issue meng They, They don't understand What we about to do We about to shit on this game We about to shit on your crew Pitbull don't care about ya Cubo don't care about ya DB don't care about ya We, We don't care about ya (Chorus) (Verse 3) (Pitbull) This game is scandalous The more money you make The more your ? hold off in an ambulance AOWoo! That's why I say to myself in the cut Man I can't be seen Ears open, mouth shut Just watching thangs And if it pops off I pop up, both popping than Guns, I was taught proper To cop and aim Run, when you hear that Blakah meng P-rr-rr-rrat That's the sound of the chopper meng Just let me know exactly what it is you trying to do 'Cause we can both dance with the devil, dawg It's all on you Like basktetball, if you shoot you better follow threw In a casket dawg, who the fucks gon follow you? (Chorus) Yeah, once again my freind Imma be the first latin rapper from the South Shut shit the fuck down And I got Lil Jon to bounced to that The King of the South And Uncle Luke will tell you the same shit So get ready niggaz Pitbull, DB, Lil Jon Ya'll ain't ready for this shit HAHA, Suckas |
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| 11. |
| 4:12 |
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Lil Jon]-What What a What a Lets GOOOOO
Pitbull]-This those nasty beat makas Lil Jon] YEEEAAA! Pitbull in this Bitch, Me- this ya boy Lil Jon checkin in, lil scrappy, where my T golds at? AAAA LETS GO! [Chorus] Twentyfo's on my truck that's nasty They spin when you stop that's nasty Twentyfo's on my truck that's nasty They spin when you stop that's nasty [Lil Jon] WHAT WHAT AAAA LETS GO! [Pitbull] Picture me, pullin up in the truck on twenty fo's im like spinnas, the quicker you stop the faster i go dont mess wit' us, [cus] we quick ta cock back an' unload this pitbull, for those that dont knooooooowa all ma people in tha souf thats been puttin it down puttin in work bitches been turnin them out, snitches get put in tha dirt Pit's been chillin in the bottom wit no deals If them boys talk a lot then they no reals Shimmy yall shimmy yam shimmy yaya Catch me wit picolo riding on them thangs ahh See the south is known for ridin high Cus they ride high on twenty fo's and they smoke n drive Everybody wanna know where's Pitbull from, what has Pitbull done? I've done enough to have these bitches fitted for Pitbull's cum So when you see me on them tewnty fo's spinning You know they cut me a serious check But for now I'm still grindin fiending for a legging Thats some serious shit [WOO!]ya [Chorus] Twentyfo's on my truck that's nasty[WOO!] They spin when you stop that's nasty[WOO!] Twentyfo's on my truck that's nasty[WOO!] They spin when you stop that's nasty[WOO!] Twentyfo's on my truck that's nasty[WOO!] They spin when you stop that's nasty[WOO!] Twentyfo's on my truck that's nasty[WOO!] They spin when you stop that's nasty[WOO!] [Lil Jon] WHAT WHAT AAAA LETS GO! [Pitbull] Im from the land where you name it everythings crooked Watch what you do cuz, everythings looking Man these streets got ears and eyes And they wanna know it all- who, what, wheres and whyz Er'ybody wanna is Pitbull really ridin twenty fo's Er'ybody wanna know if his rims spin, you know how it goes These streets dont just talk, they gossip like Oprah Right now I aint got a damn thang But the day i get some rims, theyll either spin, chop or poke ya When the barrel spin, like the fiend with tha rock i smoked ya on top of the game shit, one day i hope ta but for now im tryna get yall hooked like that coca-ine-a dont start no shit dawg, wont be none and otha than jigga a lot of these rappas? dawg i dont see none So when you see me on them twenty fo's spinning You know they cut me a serious check But for now I'm still grindin fiending for a legging Thats some serious shit [WOO!]ya [Chorus] Twentyfo's on my truck that's nasty[WOO!] They spin when you stop that's nasty[WOO!] Twentyfo's on my truck that's nasty[WOO!] They spin when you stop that's nasty[WOO!] Twentyfo's on my truck that's nasty[WOO!] They spin when you stop that's nasty[WOO!] Twentyfo's on my truck that's nasty[WOO!] They spin when you stop that's nasty[WOO!] [Lil Jon] WHAT WHAT AAAA LETS GO! [Lil Scappy] When I came mami you know you nasty [bitches]Them bitch ass niggaz that wanna blast me ya im still crunk, gettin crunk off that crunk juice Hatin cuz your girl on me and she hate you We gotta new napalm bomb [fa colors] dropped down on d'z If you pump it ima dislocate your soul from the streets Remember me lil g A-town to the O [OOOO] If you aint got no money I'm a get some from your hoe Is ya hatin cuz my cup got rhinestones in it? Is ya hatin cus my twenty fo's keep spinnin? G'z up and whateva F down! I don got me some money, oh really? go act a clown Lay it down loud, [itll] get ya shot to the head But yall want ya conversation, I just want yo bread Support lil scrappy B 'an' C and B-M-E clique All the thug ass bitches get low to tha beat! Dont hate the, the playa Dont hate the, the game Dont hate the, the playa Dont hate the, the game [Lil Jon] WHAT WHAT AAAA LETS GO! [chorus] Twentyfo's on my truck that's nasty They spin when you stop that's nasty Twentyfo's on my truck that's nasty They spin when you stop that's nasty Twentyfo's on my truck that's nasty They spin when you stop that's nasty Twentyfo's on my truck that's nasty They spin when you stop that's nasty |
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(Chorus)
Haters in the club (back up) Gold Diggers (back up) Broke niggaz (back up) I suggest, I suggest that you (back up) (Verse 1) I'm in the cut in the club Scopin the scene Cup half way full Smokin the green She got her hand on my nuts What does that mean? Pointed at her friend And she said, they'll tag team Now who said dreams don't come true Its like I'm dreamin When I come through I always find something to run through Speak into the mike mami Mic check one two Drunk in the club Off the chain But who gives as fuck? That's why I came So pour it up And get down Ya'll have no choice But to listen to Pit now (Chorus) Put your ass in reverse baby (back up) It don't involve money then (back up) Dawg, get from me and (back up) Everytime I fall I get right (back up) Haters in the club (back up) Gold diggers (back up) Broke niggaz (back up) I suggest, I suggest that you (back up) (Verse 2) Everybody knows Pit's got tight raps When I'm in the club DJs bring it back With no questions asked But the number one question is "Does he got cash?" Lil Jon's at the bar While me and them eastside boys smoke out Roll another one No doubt Get a couple hoes Roll out Beef, you don't want none To go down dumb diddy dumb dumb My times now The city I'm from Is covered with federals That'll make your crew run run Your crew run run Its next to come (Chorus) Put your ass in reverse baby (back up) It don't involve money then (back up) Dawg, get from me and (back up) Everytime I fall I get right (back up) Haters in the club (back up) Gold diggers (back up) Broke niggaz (back up) I suggest, I suggest that you (back up) (Verse 3) I convince mami to creep on the DL Even though my head spinning Like some sprewells Skip the details Its the vodka bottom line that's testin my patience like doctors I'm not impressed by the cool shit Or those chains or that ice or them cars All that's bullshit If that's what your lookin for Keep lookin hoe Cause you got the wrong one bitch I'll let you know Mami's like damn That Cuban's shot out Bitch I came to the club To wild out If you came to act up Then you need to get from me bitch And back up (Chorus) Put your ass in reverse baby (back up) It don't involve money then (back up) Dawg, get from me and (back up) Everytime I fall I get right (back up) Put your ass in reverse baby (back up) It don't involve money then (back up) Dawg, get from me and (back up) Everytime I fall I get right (back up) Haters in the club (back up) Gold diggers (back up) Broke niggaz (back up) I suggest, I suggest that you (back up) Haters in the club (back up) Gold diggers (back up) Broke niggaz (back up) I suggest, I suggest that you (back up) |
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(Verse 1) I'm not a thug No, no, no, no I'm not a gangsta But I won't hesitate To cock back, bust and point blank ya Lord thank ya I'm like that coke and weed When it burn slow Motherfucker I'll stank ya Thats what I been Taught on these streets Aint a god damn thing That can't be bought on these streets You want a life gone That could be done I'm like a nigga that did ten years I'm eager to come In the game And do more than entertain I'm loco in the brain I'm that man with the methods And I always bring the pain They know me out here All these bitches cocaine Cause they blow me out here I'm always out here Y'all keep it real But I keep it realer Ima make my first mill off the deal But I'm still gon be labeled A cuban dope dealer I'm just statin the facts Motherfucker (Chorus) I hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers and Cuban dope dealers And these here my niggaz I ride for 'em And god dammit I'd die for 'em (2X) (Verse 2) I got that really foul Kung flo flow I'm tryna get that really foul Kung do doe But you dont know me homie So dont judge me I rep the real Miami Thats why the city loves me The feds wanna bug me Haters wanna slug me I thank God Cause he's the only thing thats above me Y'all gon feel me till it hurts Like Losin your family over someone elses work Or Losin your case cause your co-defendent chirped Or Losin your brain cause them thangs done burped It gets worse This is for those That'll never see the sun again That'll pick through shit For a balloon just to get it in This is what was fed to him This is why the game let him in here Being me (me) Being Pit (Pit) Being It Pitbull and Trick (Trick) Both from the down south Bitch we from the bottom, shit (Chorus) (Verse 3) - Trick Daddy Lord your son got problems And I know that you know Cause you made this all possible I live a dangerous ass life you know So I thank you for your doctors and your hospitals Thank God for the thugs too He understand what these drugs do He wanna see us all pull through But only if niggaz in the hood knew Hell, prayin ain't wrong But the sqeezin trigger Could you go kill a innocent man While these weak niggaz grillin his end They tellin ya dawg Reducin they buisness If I wasnt doin this Then I'd go do him in Cause if he was dead He couldnt say he knew me then For them niggaz who lie When they pull me in Its in the same older cell that they threw me in And I just pray for 'em (Chorus) |
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| 4:10 |
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Yeah
Hah Yo Ugh Yeah (Verse 1) He went from a street kid doin regular street things Straight to a street king Takin over the city, block by block Breaking down bricks, servin them rock by rock He's everything a young gun want to grow up to be But if only these young guns could see That murder, money, and lust is slowly murderin' us 'cause the drug game ain't what it used to be So look deeper when they paint you a picture And try to sell you a dream 'cause a lot of these drug lords turn to the feds, or turn into fiends The crack game ain't everything it's cracked up to be Now that same cat that was a, neighborhood celebrity Is coppin rocks off the news kids on the block At the same time tryna school them But these hoodlums got heads as hard as the rocks that he's doin' Hustlin's like a drug, it's got withdrawal symptoms And if you know this, you won't skip fame But you will gain wisdom, and wisdom gains power Don't let your life go sour over power (Chorus) Hustlin's like a drug, it's addicting The more you hustle, the more you get addicted The longer you hustle, the deeper the addiction If you used to push weight you relate (it's the hustler's withdrawal) Hustlin's like a drug, it's addicting The more you hustle, the more you get addicted The longer you hustle, the deeper the addiction If you used to push weight you relate (it's the hustler's withdrawal) (Verse 2) Not only did my father used to deal dope He used to do the dope he used to deal, I'm juss' keepin it real Now my father doesn't have shit I don't have shit We don't have shit 'cause he didn't stack shit With all the money he made, he didn't think for one second to put money away That's 'cause his mind was clouded with white thoughts He's lucky that he didn't end up outlined in white chalk The only thing I can say I gained from my father is Knowledge of the street game And I hope that y'all follow this I can't say I haven't sold weed or cocaine But I can say this Money that comes quick, leaves quick And y'all better believe this 'cause this I've lived and witnessed Catch a couple of charges Now you're on the Lord's shit list Now you're forced to do business Until this business does you of course You can die doin' dope, or dealin dope, either or You choose the road that you need to follow And you choose the people that you look up to as role models (Chorus) Hustlin's like a drug, it's addicting The more you hustle, the more you get addicted The longer you hustle, the deeper the addiction If you used to push weight you relate (it's the hustler's withdrawal) Hustlin's like a drug, it's addicting The more you hustle, the more you get addicted The longer you hustle, the deeper the addiction If you used to push weight you relate (it's the hustler's withdrawal) (Verse 3) I know about hustler's But I won't mention no names 'cause they still got cases pending And some are even, appealing, life in the cage At least they made it past the first phase, they passed a certain age Hustlin's like AIDS At first your infected with HIV, and then it's full blown Only difference is, instead of havin' no immune system You become immune to the system of havin dough, by dealin blow It's a fast life and even if you survive, your mind will die slow Dirty money attracts, dirty things And if you plan to deal dope I hope you're ready for the murder game 'cause that's what it brings I'm not a preacher, I'm not tryin' to preach, no I'm not a teacher, I'm not tryna teach, but yet Like a faucet, I'm tryin' to leak Any foe, tell these young'ns and their kinfolk And let em' know there's more to life than a G of coke If you used to push weight then you relate 'cause you already had a taste of, hustler's withdrawal (Chorus) Hustlin's like a drug, it's addicting The more you hustle, the more you get addicted The longer you hustle, the deeper the addiction If you used to push weight you relate (it's the hustler's withdrawal) Hustlin's like a drug, it's addicting The more you hustle, the more you get addicted The longer you hustle, the deeper the addiction If you used to push weight you relate (it's the hustler's withdrawal) |
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| 3:34 |
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Hee's baaacckk!!
To rip on this track, I'll rip any broad I don't care, white or black! Hee's baaacckk! If Pit's on the job, then there's no need to worry Dog just hurry up and wait 'cause I ain't Going no where anytime soon Sick what these rappers want to be? That's me, times 2 Now... Get ready for me to take over this game I'm cutting the flow, like I'm cutting the cane Things will never be the same Pause... There's a lick for 50 bricks Now pause... And think about it Then pause... Is it really worth it? Then pause... pause... FUCK YEAH!!! I'm ready to go, jump in the ride Get the mask, get the gloves Cut off the lights, pop the gat Run inside, fire'em up or tie'em up But don't forget to pick up the prize And upgrade the ?? If they don't give up the pies Now... I would hate to have to calm these boys down 'cause to be honest I can't, so Pal... Why don't you just give us the keys and pounds Now Guess What He Said? [Chorus 2x] y'all want my spot?! Hurry up and wait! y'all want me to stop?! Hurry up and wait! y'all want me shot?! Hurry up and wait! y'all hurry up and wait! y'all hurry up and wait! I've been brought up By street cats who didn't get caught up Like that New Jack Nino Brown at the Carter I'm the new Tony Montana, only I'm just a Little bit smarter! |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Let's go Right about now, (Whats up?) we need all the ladies to hit the dance floor (Dominicanas) If you got a big (todas la cubana) ol' booty And you like to shake (Mexicana) that mother Let's go Pitbull, Lil' John. Let's go (Boriqua) [Chorus] Esa jevita esta enterita, y tiene tremendo culo Esta tan linda, esta tan rica y tiene tremendo culo Que linda chiquita pero que importa si tiene tremendo culo Has me el favor y meneate chica, tienes tremendo culo Pull up to the club, walk in than I Pull to the bar get drinks than I Pull up to a broad let her know what it is, how it is, Why it is what it is I ain't got time for no games. Hoping Mami that you feel the same I got what you need to feel the pain, here's my number, Call me when you up for an even exchange Feel me, let me see you do that dirty dance, dirty dance Mami Feel me, let me see you touch your toes or shake that thang And talk with you ass Feel me all my chicos, all my Jamaicans all my blacks, All my Haitians Feel me cause they know I'm gonna run till they kill me. Culo! [Chorus] Mami got her ass and thighs like trina and J-LO, Multiplied. She's off the chain, off the glass, Off the flip and with a couple mo drinks I'll be off to hit mine I'll be wearing her out and when I'm finished paramedics gone carry her out. Mine The night is young and if it's shaved, I'll give you some of this mighty tounge, HEY! Be easy, go ahead please me, talk to me sleazy baby I want a freak, a monster in bed, last thing I need is a lady. [Chorus: x2] Hey hey hey hey hey Shake that A (Grazie a frank o frank per questo testo) |
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