305 Anthem lyrics - Pitbull
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 muthafucking 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
Cuz 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 is truth
That’s why they respect
Everything that I do
Everywhere that I go
Every fiend, every foe
Every bitch, every 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, 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!
[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 click 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
Cuz 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’m blow just listen to the flow
This Chico got it on lock! HA!
[Chorus 2x]
[Repeat 12x]
HEY 305! TILL I DIE!
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 muthafucking 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
Cuz 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 is truth
That’s why they respect
Everything that I do
Everywhere that I go
Every fiend, every foe
Every bitch, every 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, 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!
[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 click 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
Cuz 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’m blow just listen to the flow
This Chico got it on lock! HA!
[Chorus 2x]
[Repeat 12x]
HEY 305! TILL I DIE!
Culo lyrics - Pitbull (feat. Lil' Jon)
[Intro - Lil' Jon (Pitbull)]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Lets go (Let's go)
Right about now, we need all the ladies to hit the danceflo'
(Dominicana) If you got a big ol' booty (Cubana, Mexicana)
And you like to set that motherfucker, let's go! (Colombiana) (Boricua)
Pitbull, Lil' Jon, Heey, Heey!
[Hook - Pitbull]
Ahora que si, esa hevita esta enterita tiene tremendo CULO!
esta tan linda, esta tan rica, tiene tremendo CULO!
que rica chiquita, pero que importa si tiene tremendo CULO!
Has me el favor y meneate chica tienes tremendo CULO!
[Verse One - Pitbull (Lil' Jon)]
Pull up to the club, walk in then I
Pull up to the bar, get drinks then I
Pull up to a broad let her know what it is
how it is, why it is, what it is, (Hey hey hey hey)
I ain't got time for no games, I'm hopin' mami that you feel the same
I got what you need to feel the pain
Here's my number call me when you're 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 thing and talk wit' your ass
FEEL ME! all my chicos, all my Jamaicans, all my blacks
(Put your hands up) all my haitians
Cause they know I'mma rep' 'til the day that they kill me PULL UP!
[Hook - Pitbull]
Esa hevita esta enterita tiene tremendo CULO!
esta tan linda, esta tan rica, tiene tremendo CULO!
que rica chiquita, pero que importa si tiene tremendo CULO!
Has me el favor y meneate chica tienes tremendo CULO!
[Vesre Two - Pitbull (Lil' Jon)]
Mami got the ass and thighs like Trina and J. Lo
Multiply it she's off the chain
off the glass, off the flip andd
with a couple more drinks I'll be off the hip maaayn...
I'll be wearin' her out and when I'm finished
paramedics gon' be carryin' her out maaayn... (That's right)
The night is young, and if you shave (Hey hey hey hey hey)
I'll give you some of this mighty toungue heey..
Be easy, go ahead please me, talk to me sleezy baby (Yeah)
I wanna freak, a monster in bed, last thing I need is a lady
[Hook - Pitbull (2X)]
Esa hevita esta enterita tiene tremendo CULO!
esta tan linda, esta tan rica, tiene tremendo CULO!
que rica chiquita, pero que importa si tiene tremendo CULO!
Has me el favor y meneate chica tienes tremendo CULO!
[Outro - Lil' Jon]
Culo, hey, hey, hey, hey shake that shit hey
hey, hey, hey, hey shake that shit hey
hey, hey, hey, hey shake that shit hey
hey, hey, hey, hey shake that shit hey
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Lets go (Let's go)
Right about now, we need all the ladies to hit the danceflo'
(Dominicana) If you got a big ol' booty (Cubana, Mexicana)
And you like to set that motherfucker, let's go! (Colombiana) (Boricua)
Pitbull, Lil' Jon, Heey, Heey!
[Hook - Pitbull]
Ahora que si, esa hevita esta enterita tiene tremendo CULO!
esta tan linda, esta tan rica, tiene tremendo CULO!
que rica chiquita, pero que importa si tiene tremendo CULO!
Has me el favor y meneate chica tienes tremendo CULO!
[Verse One - Pitbull (Lil' Jon)]
Pull up to the club, walk in then I
Pull up to the bar, get drinks then I
Pull up to a broad let her know what it is
how it is, why it is, what it is, (Hey hey hey hey)
I ain't got time for no games, I'm hopin' mami that you feel the same
I got what you need to feel the pain
Here's my number call me when you're 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 thing and talk wit' your ass
FEEL ME! all my chicos, all my Jamaicans, all my blacks
(Put your hands up) all my haitians
Cause they know I'mma rep' 'til the day that they kill me PULL UP!
[Hook - Pitbull]
Esa hevita esta enterita tiene tremendo CULO!
esta tan linda, esta tan rica, tiene tremendo CULO!
que rica chiquita, pero que importa si tiene tremendo CULO!
Has me el favor y meneate chica tienes tremendo CULO!
[Vesre Two - Pitbull (Lil' Jon)]
Mami got the ass and thighs like Trina and J. Lo
Multiply it she's off the chain
off the glass, off the flip andd
with a couple more drinks I'll be off the hip maaayn...
I'll be wearin' her out and when I'm finished
paramedics gon' be carryin' her out maaayn... (That's right)
The night is young, and if you shave (Hey hey hey hey hey)
I'll give you some of this mighty toungue heey..
Be easy, go ahead please me, talk to me sleezy baby (Yeah)
I wanna freak, a monster in bed, last thing I need is a lady
[Hook - Pitbull (2X)]
Esa hevita esta enterita tiene tremendo CULO!
esta tan linda, esta tan rica, tiene tremendo CULO!
que rica chiquita, pero que importa si tiene tremendo CULO!
Has me el favor y meneate chica tienes tremendo CULO!
[Outro - Lil' Jon]
Culo, hey, hey, hey, hey shake that shit hey
hey, hey, hey, hey shake that shit hey
hey, hey, hey, hey shake that shit hey
hey, hey, hey, hey shake that shit hey
She's Freaky lyrics - Pitbull
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 da 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 da 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 da 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 da point of no return, take one more shot
And feel da burn, now work it out
Shake that thing ‘till you can’t no more now!
Work it out, take that thing d-down to da floor now!
Work it out, Shake that thing ‘till you can’t no more now!
Work it out, take that thing d-down to da floor now!
[Chorus 2x]
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 da 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 da 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 da 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 da point of no return, take one more shot
And feel da burn, now work it out
Shake that thing ‘till you can’t no more now!
Work it out, take that thing d-down to da floor now!
Work it out, Shake that thing ‘till you can’t no more now!
Work it out, take that thing d-down to da floor now!
[Chorus 2x]
Shake It Up lyrics - Pitbull
Baby you aint gotta front (front, front)
Shorty cuz I want you
Baby you aint gotta front (front, front)
Shorty cuz I want you
Baby you aint gotta front if you want me
Baby you aint gotta front if you want me
Shorty cuz I want you
[Chorus]
Baby you aint gotta front if you want me
All you gotta do is believe me
Shorty cuz I want you
I wanna show you ooh shake it up
Baby you aint gotta front if you want me
All you gotta do is believe me
Shorty cuz I want you
I wanna show you ooh shake it up
Ima tell you my thoughts mami then you can tell me what you think
We can discuss everything you wanna do baby over these drinks
U can tell me how you want it 4-5 it you can tell me how you like it
Im mr however you want it, baby just j-j-j-j-jump on it
I aint here to sell you dreams or paint you some pretty pictures
I just wanna get in those jeans and just like a robbery lick u
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 can fulfill fantasies so call ur girls
Don’t be mad at me excuse me baby im freaky girl
Suga check this out this gonna be a night to remember
I can tell by the way you shake it all now
[chorus]
Now im feelin a little whoozy its like the rooms spinnin and movin
I feel her body next to mine im so fucked up its like im blind
All I fell is her throwin her back and im lovin that
Im so caught up in the moment aint no holdin back never that
Mammi aint on “e” but I got her eyes rollin back
Mammi you sole on me let me show you how to play with that
Now please let me show you a freaks technique
I know that ur a freak just discreet
Suga check this out this gonna be a night to remember
I can tell by the way you shake it all
[Chorus]
Shorty cuz I want you
Baby you aint gotta front (front, front)
Shorty cuz I want you
Baby you aint gotta front if you want me
Baby you aint gotta front if you want me
Shorty cuz I want you
[Chorus]
Baby you aint gotta front if you want me
All you gotta do is believe me
Shorty cuz I want you
I wanna show you ooh shake it up
Baby you aint gotta front if you want me
All you gotta do is believe me
Shorty cuz I want you
I wanna show you ooh shake it up
Ima tell you my thoughts mami then you can tell me what you think
We can discuss everything you wanna do baby over these drinks
U can tell me how you want it 4-5 it you can tell me how you like it
Im mr however you want it, baby just j-j-j-j-jump on it
I aint here to sell you dreams or paint you some pretty pictures
I just wanna get in those jeans and just like a robbery lick u
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 can fulfill fantasies so call ur girls
Don’t be mad at me excuse me baby im freaky girl
Suga check this out this gonna be a night to remember
I can tell by the way you shake it all now
[chorus]
Now im feelin a little whoozy its like the rooms spinnin and movin
I feel her body next to mine im so fucked up its like im blind
All I fell is her throwin her back and im lovin that
Im so caught up in the moment aint no holdin back never that
Mammi aint on “e” but I got her eyes rollin back
Mammi you sole on me let me show you how to play with that
Now please let me show you a freaks technique
I know that ur a freak just discreet
Suga check this out this gonna be a night to remember
I can tell by the way you shake it all
[Chorus]
Toma lyrics - Pitbull
[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!
Until 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!
[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!
Until 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!
I Wonder lyrics - Pitbull
Everytime I see you, youre trying 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 in to extacyy yeahh
[chorus x2]
And I wonder if I take you home
Would you give me your love baby
Would you fufill my fantasys
Or would you just do me wrong (would you just do me wrong)
Mami whats up with you
I just wanna get to know you better
Mami you tight word
And I know I can 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 your head up
You got the real game.. ccheck
Nail game.. ccheck
Hair game.. ccheck
Everything.. ccheck
Thats why I cant wait to slip off your clothes and lick you from head to toe
And give you some of this fine head til you explodeee
I wanna make you cum til you can cum no mo'
I wanna see you girl, roll your toess
I wanna be the one to turn you out
Ima show you what I be about
Im not a hot boy, ima hot man
That'll eat yo ass, til you say god damn
Girl I love this
And if you think you got some undefeated tyson pussy, bitch I'm Buster Douglas
[chorus x2]
And I wonder if I take you home
Would you give me your love baby
Would you fufill my fantasys
Or would you just do me wrong (would you just do me wrong)
I wanna be that man, that youve.. 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 thats in store
Youve got those body parts, I just wanna explore
Tu 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 losee
Nothing theres always some time in the wall*
And now you know you want some moree
Ima have you going crazy, praising the lordd
I fuck like I rap, hardcore
Im not a hot boy, ima hot man
That'll eat yo ass, til you say god damn
Girl I love this
And if you think you got some undefeated tyson pussy, bitch I'm Buster Douglas
[chorus x4]
And I wonder if I take you home
Would you give me your love baby
Would you fufill my fantasys
Or would you just do me wrong (would you just do me wrong)
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 in to extacyy yeahh
[chorus x2]
And I wonder if I take you home
Would you give me your love baby
Would you fufill my fantasys
Or would you just do me wrong (would you just do me wrong)
Mami whats up with you
I just wanna get to know you better
Mami you tight word
And I know I can 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 your head up
You got the real game.. ccheck
Nail game.. ccheck
Hair game.. ccheck
Everything.. ccheck
Thats why I cant wait to slip off your clothes and lick you from head to toe
And give you some of this fine head til you explodeee
I wanna make you cum til you can cum no mo'
I wanna see you girl, roll your toess
I wanna be the one to turn you out
Ima show you what I be about
Im not a hot boy, ima hot man
That'll eat yo ass, til you say god damn
Girl I love this
And if you think you got some undefeated tyson pussy, bitch I'm Buster Douglas
[chorus x2]
And I wonder if I take you home
Would you give me your love baby
Would you fufill my fantasys
Or would you just do me wrong (would you just do me wrong)
I wanna be that man, that youve.. 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 thats in store
Youve got those body parts, I just wanna explore
Tu 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 losee
Nothing theres always some time in the wall*
And now you know you want some moree
Ima have you going crazy, praising the lordd
I fuck like I rap, hardcore
Im not a hot boy, ima hot man
That'll eat yo ass, til you say god damn
Girl I love this
And if you think you got some undefeated tyson pussy, bitch I'm Buster Douglas
[chorus x4]
And I wonder if I take you home
Would you give me your love baby
Would you fufill my fantasys
Or would you just do me wrong (would you just do me wrong)
Get On The Floor lyrics - Pitbull
[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]
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]
Dirty lyrics Pitbull (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]
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]
Dammit Man lyrics - Pitbull
[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 playing fo' keeps, go ahead keep playing with me
And watch how I hit 'em in the head once again
For those who didn't believe in the kid
Yall 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 outrunning 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 (one more time!, 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 (one more time!, 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-coming, running gunning 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
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 playing fo' keeps, go ahead keep playing with me
And watch how I hit 'em in the head once again
For those who didn't believe in the kid
Yall 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 outrunning 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 (one more time!, 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 (one more time!, 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-coming, running gunning 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
We Don't Care Bout Ya lyrics - Pitbull (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 prone to get hauld 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
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 prone to get hauld 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
That's Nasty lyrics - Pitbull (feat. Lil Jon, Fat Joe)
[Lil Jon]
What What What What YEEEAAA!
Pitbull in this! This Lil Jon Chekin in Where my T golds at!
[Chorus]
Twentyfo's on my truck that's nasty
They spin when you stop that's nasty
You see that ass mommy got that's nasty!
The way she shake it make it drop that's nasty
Twentyfo's on my truck that's nasty
They spin when you stop that's nasty
You see that ass mommy got that's nasty!
The way she shake it make it drop that's nasty
[Lil Jon]
WHAT WHAT AAAA LETS GO!
[Pitbull]
Pitbulls chillin the bottom wit no deals
If them boys talk alot then its no reals
Shimmya yall shimmy yay shimmy yayo
Catch me wit picolo riding on them thangs
Word of mouf theres a drought on the streets
So who ever sitting on them k's is looking at some cheezle
But dont let them boys find out where the safehouse is at
And if its where you lay your head, what kinda safehouse is that!
You dont deserve to hold weight you deserve to get robbed
Your the first to turn state
Those who got snitched on relate to
No matter what you do heffer damn gon' hate ya
Thats just mother nature
Aint she a mother
I know theese bitches named bullets and they loved to date ya
Or better said they love to rape ya
From the bottom to A-town the game is ours now!
[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
[Lil Jon]
WHAT WHAT AAAA LETS GO!
[Pitbull]
I from the land where you name it everythings crooked
Watch what you do cuz, everythings looking
Man theese streets got ears and eyes
And they wanna know its all who what when and whyz
So when you see me on them 24's spinning
You know the cut me a serious check
But for now I'm still grindin fiending for a legging
Thats some serious shit ya
I'm involved in some serious shit ya
I'm like TI,I'm serious bitch
I'm giving miami a facelift
Yall just face it
Dont believe its wrong just taste it
[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
[Lil Jon]
WHAT WHAT AAAA LETS GO!
[Scappy]
When I came in mami you know you nasty
Them bitch ass niggaz wanna blast me
Still punkn' gettin crunked off that crunk juice
Hatin cuz your girl on me and she hate you
We gotta do nigga what cutlass dropped down on d'z
If you pump it relocate 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
What you hate dawg? my dawg got rhymes on singing
Get your hatin dawg, my twentyfo's keep spinning
G'z up and whateva F down!
Not a gat bring some money oh really? go act a clown
Lay it up pimp get shot to the head
But yall want my cutlass now I just want yo bread
Sport a lil platinum B-C and B-B
I'm thug nigga and you know this to the B!
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
What What What What YEEEAAA!
Pitbull in this! This Lil Jon Chekin in Where my T golds at!
[Chorus]
Twentyfo's on my truck that's nasty
They spin when you stop that's nasty
You see that ass mommy got that's nasty!
The way she shake it make it drop that's nasty
Twentyfo's on my truck that's nasty
They spin when you stop that's nasty
You see that ass mommy got that's nasty!
The way she shake it make it drop that's nasty
[Lil Jon]
WHAT WHAT AAAA LETS GO!
[Pitbull]
Pitbulls chillin the bottom wit no deals
If them boys talk alot then its no reals
Shimmya yall shimmy yay shimmy yayo
Catch me wit picolo riding on them thangs
Word of mouf theres a drought on the streets
So who ever sitting on them k's is looking at some cheezle
But dont let them boys find out where the safehouse is at
And if its where you lay your head, what kinda safehouse is that!
You dont deserve to hold weight you deserve to get robbed
Your the first to turn state
Those who got snitched on relate to
No matter what you do heffer damn gon' hate ya
Thats just mother nature
Aint she a mother
I know theese bitches named bullets and they loved to date ya
Or better said they love to rape ya
From the bottom to A-town the game is ours now!
[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
[Lil Jon]
WHAT WHAT AAAA LETS GO!
[Pitbull]
I from the land where you name it everythings crooked
Watch what you do cuz, everythings looking
Man theese streets got ears and eyes
And they wanna know its all who what when and whyz
So when you see me on them 24's spinning
You know the cut me a serious check
But for now I'm still grindin fiending for a legging
Thats some serious shit ya
I'm involved in some serious shit ya
I'm like TI,I'm serious bitch
I'm giving miami a facelift
Yall just face it
Dont believe its wrong just taste it
[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
[Lil Jon]
WHAT WHAT AAAA LETS GO!
[Scappy]
When I came in mami you know you nasty
Them bitch ass niggaz wanna blast me
Still punkn' gettin crunked off that crunk juice
Hatin cuz your girl on me and she hate you
We gotta do nigga what cutlass dropped down on d'z
If you pump it relocate 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
What you hate dawg? my dawg got rhymes on singing
Get your hatin dawg, my twentyfo's keep spinning
G'z up and whateva F down!
Not a gat bring some money oh really? go act a clown
Lay it up pimp get shot to the head
But yall want my cutlass now I just want yo bread
Sport a lil platinum B-C and B-B
I'm thug nigga and you know this to the B!
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
Back Up lyrics - Pitbull
[Intro:]
Woo
Yeah
Pitbull
Db
Big star
Oh, oh
[Chorus:]
Haters in the club (back up)
Gold diggers (back up)
Broke niggas (back up)
I suggest, I suggest that you (back up)
[Verse 1:]
I'm in the club and I cut into the scene
Couple of pair fray fool smocking the green
She's got her hand on my nuts what does that mean?
Pointed at her friends and she said there tag team
Now who said dreams don't come true
It's like I'm dreaming when I come through
I always find something to run through
Speak into the mic mami mic check one two (ha, ha, ha)
Drunk in the club off the chain
But who gives a Fuck that's why I came
So pour it up and get down
You 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)
Doggy for me and (back up)
Every time I fall I get right (back up)
Haters in the club (back up)
Gold diggers (back up)
Broke niggas (back up)
I suggest, I suggest that you (back up)
[Verse 2:]
Everybody knows Pits got tight raps
When I'm in the club DJ's bring it back
When those questions asked but the number one question is (does he got cash?)
Lil Jon's at the bar while me and the eastside boys smoke out
Roll another one no doubt
Get a couple hoes roll out
Beef you don't want non to go down
Dum de, de dum dum that's my style
The city in from is coming with better riles
That ol make your crew run, run, your crew run, run
It's nice to cum huh
[Chorus:]
Put your ass in reverse baby (back up)
It don't involve money then (back up)
Doggy for me and (back up)
Every time I fall I get right (back up)
Haters in the club (back up)
Gold diggers (back up)
Broke niggas (back up)
I suggest, I suggest that you (back up)
[Verse 3:]
I convinced mami to creep in the dl
Even though my head is spinning like some Sprewell's
Skip the details
It's the bottom line that's testing my patience I got this
I'm not impressed by the cool shit
All those jeans all that ice all them cars all that's bullshit
If that's what you're looking for keep looking hoe
Cuz you got the wrong one bitch ill let ya know
Mami's like damn that groupie shout out
Bitch I came to the club to wild out
If you came to act up
Then you came to get from me bitch and um back up
[Chorus:]
Put your ass in reverse baby (back up)
It don't involve money then (back up)
Doggy for me and (back up)
Every time I fall I get right (back up)
Put your ass in reverse baby (back up)
It don't involve money then (back up)
Doggy for me and (back up)
Every time I fall I get right (back up)
Haters in the club (back up)
Gold diggers (back up)
Broke niggas (back up)
I suggest, I suggest that you (back up)
Haters in the club (back up)
Gold diggers (back up)
Broke niggas (back up)
I suggest, I suggest that you (back up)
[Outro:]
Woo ha
Pitbull
Db
Some one dog in telling ya man
They can't deny us dog
Too strong of a movement
Three oh five
Get ready
The revolution
Aaoohh!!
Woo
Yeah
Pitbull
Db
Big star
Oh, oh
[Chorus:]
Haters in the club (back up)
Gold diggers (back up)
Broke niggas (back up)
I suggest, I suggest that you (back up)
[Verse 1:]
I'm in the club and I cut into the scene
Couple of pair fray fool smocking the green
She's got her hand on my nuts what does that mean?
Pointed at her friends and she said there tag team
Now who said dreams don't come true
It's like I'm dreaming when I come through
I always find something to run through
Speak into the mic mami mic check one two (ha, ha, ha)
Drunk in the club off the chain
But who gives a Fuck that's why I came
So pour it up and get down
You 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)
Doggy for me and (back up)
Every time I fall I get right (back up)
Haters in the club (back up)
Gold diggers (back up)
Broke niggas (back up)
I suggest, I suggest that you (back up)
[Verse 2:]
Everybody knows Pits got tight raps
When I'm in the club DJ's bring it back
When those questions asked but the number one question is (does he got cash?)
Lil Jon's at the bar while me and the eastside boys smoke out
Roll another one no doubt
Get a couple hoes roll out
Beef you don't want non to go down
Dum de, de dum dum that's my style
The city in from is coming with better riles
That ol make your crew run, run, your crew run, run
It's nice to cum huh
[Chorus:]
Put your ass in reverse baby (back up)
It don't involve money then (back up)
Doggy for me and (back up)
Every time I fall I get right (back up)
Haters in the club (back up)
Gold diggers (back up)
Broke niggas (back up)
I suggest, I suggest that you (back up)
[Verse 3:]
I convinced mami to creep in the dl
Even though my head is spinning like some Sprewell's
Skip the details
It's the bottom line that's testing my patience I got this
I'm not impressed by the cool shit
All those jeans all that ice all them cars all that's bullshit
If that's what you're looking for keep looking hoe
Cuz you got the wrong one bitch ill let ya know
Mami's like damn that groupie shout out
Bitch I came to the club to wild out
If you came to act up
Then you came to get from me bitch and um back up
[Chorus:]
Put your ass in reverse baby (back up)
It don't involve money then (back up)
Doggy for me and (back up)
Every time I fall I get right (back up)
Put your ass in reverse baby (back up)
It don't involve money then (back up)
Doggy for me and (back up)
Every time I fall I get right (back up)
Haters in the club (back up)
Gold diggers (back up)
Broke niggas (back up)
I suggest, I suggest that you (back up)
Haters in the club (back up)
Gold diggers (back up)
Broke niggas (back up)
I suggest, I suggest that you (back up)
[Outro:]
Woo ha
Pitbull
Db
Some one dog in telling ya man
They can't deny us dog
Too strong of a movement
Three oh five
Get ready
The revolution
Aaoohh!!
Melting Pot lyrics - Pitbull (feat. Trick Daddy)
[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]
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]
Hustler's Withdrawal lyrics - Pitbull
[Verse 1]
Yo, he went from a street kid doin regular street things
Straight to a street king
Takin over the city, block by block
Breakin down bricks, servin em rock by rock
He's everything a young gun wanna 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 aint what it used to be
So look deeper when they paint you a picture
And try to sell you a dream, cause alot of these drug lords
Turn to the feds, and turn into fiends
The crack game aint everything its cracked up to be
Now the cat that was a neighborhood celebrity
Is coppin rocks, off the new kids on the block
At the same time, tryna school em
But these hoodlums got heads as hard as the rocks that hes doin
Hustlins like a drug, its got withdrawal symptoms
And if you know this, you wont stkip pain
But you will gain wisdom, and wisdom gains power
Dont let your life go sour over power
[Chorus 2x]
Hustlins like a drug, its addicting
The more you huste, the more you get addicted
The longer you hustle, the deeper the addiction
(Its a hustlers withdrawal)
If you used to push weight, you'd relate
[Verse 2]
Not only did my father used to deal the dough
He used to do the dope, used to deal
I'm just keepin it real
Now my father doesnt have shit,
I dont have shit, we dont have shit
Cause he didnt stack SHIT!
With all the money he made
He didnt think for one second to put money away
Thats cause his mind was clattered with white thoughts
He's lucky that he didnt end up outlined in white chalk
The only thing I can say I've gained from my father is
Knowledge of the street game, and I hope that yall follow this
I cant say I havent sold weed or cocaine
But I can say this, money that comes quick, leaves quick
And yall better believe this
Cause this I've lived, and witnessed
Catch a couple of charges, now your on the laws shit list
Now your forced to do business
Until this business does you of course
Cause you can die from doin dope or dealin dope
You choose the road that you get to follow
And you choose the people that you look up to as role models
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 3]
I know about hustlers
But I wont 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 reached a certain age
Hustlins like ADs, at first your infected with HIV
And then its full blown, only different is
Instead of havin no immune system
You become immune to the system, of havin dough, by a dealin blow
Its a fast life, and even if you survive your mind'll die slow
Dirty money attracts dirty things
And if you plain to deal the dope, I hope your ready for the murder game
Cause thats what it brings
I'm not a preacher, I'm not tryna preach, no
I'm not a teacher, I'm not tryna teach, but
Yet like a faucet, I'm tryin to leak
Info to these youngns and their kinfolk
And let em know theres more to life than a key to coke
If you use to push weight, then you can relate, cause you've probably had a taste of
Hustlers Withdrawal
[Chorus 2x]
Yo, he went from a street kid doin regular street things
Straight to a street king
Takin over the city, block by block
Breakin down bricks, servin em rock by rock
He's everything a young gun wanna 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 aint what it used to be
So look deeper when they paint you a picture
And try to sell you a dream, cause alot of these drug lords
Turn to the feds, and turn into fiends
The crack game aint everything its cracked up to be
Now the cat that was a neighborhood celebrity
Is coppin rocks, off the new kids on the block
At the same time, tryna school em
But these hoodlums got heads as hard as the rocks that hes doin
Hustlins like a drug, its got withdrawal symptoms
And if you know this, you wont stkip pain
But you will gain wisdom, and wisdom gains power
Dont let your life go sour over power
[Chorus 2x]
Hustlins like a drug, its addicting
The more you huste, the more you get addicted
The longer you hustle, the deeper the addiction
(Its a hustlers withdrawal)
If you used to push weight, you'd relate
[Verse 2]
Not only did my father used to deal the dough
He used to do the dope, used to deal
I'm just keepin it real
Now my father doesnt have shit,
I dont have shit, we dont have shit
Cause he didnt stack SHIT!
With all the money he made
He didnt think for one second to put money away
Thats cause his mind was clattered with white thoughts
He's lucky that he didnt end up outlined in white chalk
The only thing I can say I've gained from my father is
Knowledge of the street game, and I hope that yall follow this
I cant say I havent sold weed or cocaine
But I can say this, money that comes quick, leaves quick
And yall better believe this
Cause this I've lived, and witnessed
Catch a couple of charges, now your on the laws shit list
Now your forced to do business
Until this business does you of course
Cause you can die from doin dope or dealin dope
You choose the road that you get to follow
And you choose the people that you look up to as role models
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 3]
I know about hustlers
But I wont 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 reached a certain age
Hustlins like ADs, at first your infected with HIV
And then its full blown, only different is
Instead of havin no immune system
You become immune to the system, of havin dough, by a dealin blow
Its a fast life, and even if you survive your mind'll die slow
Dirty money attracts dirty things
And if you plain to deal the dope, I hope your ready for the murder game
Cause thats what it brings
I'm not a preacher, I'm not tryna preach, no
I'm not a teacher, I'm not tryna teach, but
Yet like a faucet, I'm tryin to leak
Info to these youngns and their kinfolk
And let em know theres more to life than a key to coke
If you use to push weight, then you can relate, cause you've probably had a taste of
Hustlers Withdrawal
[Chorus 2x]
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