[Pitbull: talking]
Hey Jim Jones,
Let's Show These Boys How It Really Goes Down
Hey Lil Jon,
U Know What We Tell These Boys When They Campin Out Wit The Blunt Right
We Tell Em Puff, Puff Pass Wit Yo Punk Ass
I Said Puff, Puff, Pass Wit Yo Punk Ass
[Hook:]
I Smell That Sticky Icky
Who Got That Sticky Icky
I Got That Sticky Icky, Icky, Icky
I Smell That Sticky Icky
Who Got That Sticky Icky
I Got That Sticky Icky, Icky, Icky
I Smell That Sticky (Oh Yeah)
Who Got That Sticky (I Do)
I Smell That Sticky (Oh Yeah)
Who Got That Sticky (Me Too)
I Smell That Sticky (Oh Yeah)
Who Got That Sticky (I Do)
I Smell That Sticky (Oh Yeah)
Who Got That Sticky (Me Too)
[Verse 1:]
U Know Tha Drill
Break It Up
U Know Tha Drill
Roll It Up
U Know Tha Drill
Light It Up
U Know Tha Drill
Smoke It Up
Now Puff, Puff Pass Wit Yo Punk Ass
U Messin Up The Rotation
That Thang There Burnin Fast
This Ain't A Joke, Stop Playin
I Need To Smoke
This Thang Can Get Dirty
And I Ain't Talkin Bout Sprinklin Coke
I Need That Sticky Icky
That Miami Crippy
That Washington High Purple
Watch Out That Thang Will Hurt U
I Need That Cali Chronic
Damn A Chico On It
Some Of That Seatlle Supersonic
Will Have U Like I Don't Want It
Messed Up
High As A Kite
Now Roll The Next One
And Pass Me The Light
Cuz We Ready (Fa Sho)
Ready (To Go)
Ready (To Blow)
Let's Roll
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
If Thirty's the new Twenty
Patron's The New Henney
Roll In A New Bentley
Blowin Like Two Twenty
That Ain't The Price Of The Car
Now That's A Half Ounce Of Piff Dawg (Purple)
U Gotta Have A Strong Chest Just To Hit The Raw
Or You'll Be Coughin Up A Lung
Harlem Where We From
So Of Course We Gettin Drunk (Twisted)
We Hit The Parties, Poppin Bottles Just For Fun (Ballin)
Smoke In Ya Club, Call The Coppers
Let Em Come
Miami, Trey 0 Five
We Cop It Out The Bro House (Fo Shizzy)
A Generator, So The Lights Don't Go Out (Two Of Dem)
A Big Profit In That Greenery
We Now Stoppin By The Beach Just For Scenery
When Here It's 45, Up Here It's 65
Meet U In Carolina
Get It For 55 (We Got Them Pounds)
Cuz Everyday We Hustlin
It's Heavy Cake And Druggin It
So Heavyweight We Smuggle It
[Hook]
Puff, Puff Pass Wit Yo Punk Ass [x4]
[Hook: Til Beat Fades Out]
My Life lyrics - Pitbull (feat. Jason Derulo)
[Intro:]
Drop that beat, it's the truth,
You don't know what you have until you lose it
[Chorus:]
I've had all the women you could possibly imagine in my life (in my life)
I've had all the cars, all the cribs, all the money in my life (in my life)
I've had my ups, my downs, I've paid my dues, earned my stripes (earned my stripes)
But nothing compares to the love I have for you (have for you)
[Verse 1:]
All I know is the hustle and grind
And all you want is some quality time but
I can't give it to you due to the life that I chose
My heart is so cold to the point that my blood it froze
I might wear diamonds if they really could freeze time
But then again time is money and I needs mine
There I go again being selfish
And here you go again in love and helpless
You mean the world to me baby, you know it's the truth
But I don't know who I love more, you or the booth
These are just some things I need to get off my chest
Sometimes I feel all I can give you is sex
I'm sorry
[Chorus:]
I've had all the women you could possibly imagine in my life (in my life)
I've had all the cars, all the cribs, all the money in my life (in my life)
I've had my ups, my downs, I've paid my dues, earned my stripes (earned my stripes)
But nothing compares to the love I have for you (have for you)
[Verse 2:]
I ain't gon' lie baby, this life is addicting
The fame, the money, especially these bitches
I've been around it all, I've seen 'em ball
I've seen 'em fall, go broke and lose it all
That's why I work hard 365, 24/7 baby this my life
I breathe, I bleed, I eat, I sleep, I shit this
I got a bad stomach with these haters on my shit list
Baby, I know it's hard to understand
But it's out of my hands, baby this is Gods plan
I came, I saw, I conquered
I apologize but this game made me a monster
I'm sorry
[Chorus:]
I've had all the women you could possibly imagine in my life (in my life)
I've had all the cars, all the cribs, all the money in my life (in my life)
I've had my ups, my downs, I've paid my dues, earned my stripes (earned my stripes)
But nothing compares to the love I have for you (have for you)
[Hook:]
In my life, I've done some wrong, I've done some right (you live and you learn girl)
In my life, I've done some wrong, I've done some right (This the struggle)
In my life, I've done some wrong, I've done some right (from nothing to something)
In my life, I've done some wrong, I've done some right (This all I know)
[Chorus]
Done some wrong and some right
Derulo, Pitbull, this how we do
[Chorus]
Drop that beat, it's the truth,
You don't know what you have until you lose it
[Chorus:]
I've had all the women you could possibly imagine in my life (in my life)
I've had all the cars, all the cribs, all the money in my life (in my life)
I've had my ups, my downs, I've paid my dues, earned my stripes (earned my stripes)
But nothing compares to the love I have for you (have for you)
[Verse 1:]
All I know is the hustle and grind
And all you want is some quality time but
I can't give it to you due to the life that I chose
My heart is so cold to the point that my blood it froze
I might wear diamonds if they really could freeze time
But then again time is money and I needs mine
There I go again being selfish
And here you go again in love and helpless
You mean the world to me baby, you know it's the truth
But I don't know who I love more, you or the booth
These are just some things I need to get off my chest
Sometimes I feel all I can give you is sex
I'm sorry
[Chorus:]
I've had all the women you could possibly imagine in my life (in my life)
I've had all the cars, all the cribs, all the money in my life (in my life)
I've had my ups, my downs, I've paid my dues, earned my stripes (earned my stripes)
But nothing compares to the love I have for you (have for you)
[Verse 2:]
I ain't gon' lie baby, this life is addicting
The fame, the money, especially these bitches
I've been around it all, I've seen 'em ball
I've seen 'em fall, go broke and lose it all
That's why I work hard 365, 24/7 baby this my life
I breathe, I bleed, I eat, I sleep, I shit this
I got a bad stomach with these haters on my shit list
Baby, I know it's hard to understand
But it's out of my hands, baby this is Gods plan
I came, I saw, I conquered
I apologize but this game made me a monster
I'm sorry
[Chorus:]
I've had all the women you could possibly imagine in my life (in my life)
I've had all the cars, all the cribs, all the money in my life (in my life)
I've had my ups, my downs, I've paid my dues, earned my stripes (earned my stripes)
But nothing compares to the love I have for you (have for you)
[Hook:]
In my life, I've done some wrong, I've done some right (you live and you learn girl)
In my life, I've done some wrong, I've done some right (This the struggle)
In my life, I've done some wrong, I've done some right (from nothing to something)
In my life, I've done some wrong, I've done some right (This all I know)
[Chorus]
Done some wrong and some right
Derulo, Pitbull, this how we do
[Chorus]
Secret Admirer lyrics - Pitbull (feat. Lloyd)
[Pitbull:]
Playa Skills
Pitbull
I'm your secret admirer
I been watchin you
Post up all night wit ya girls
I'm just wonderin, you gotta man?
What type of situation you in?
[Lloyd:]
Girl you should know that,
I've got you on my mind
Your secret admirer
Girl I've been watchin you (you, you)
Can't get enough of (you, you)
Can't get enough of (you, you)
Can't get enough of you (of you)
[Pitbull:]
You got dat sexy walk
You got dem pretty eyes
You like Aaliyah, one in a million,
Dats how I feel inside
So I'm writin you dis one page letter,
To let you know what it is
I think about you while I'm in
Da car, da club, da crib
I don't know what you do to me
First time I feel this way
I don't know what to do no more
Attracted to you in a freaky way
I can tell that you know what to do,
When you do what you do
So how bout we get together some time,
Baby just me and you, I want to
[Lloyd:]
Girl you should know that (know that)
I've got you on my mind
Your secret admirer
Girl I've been watchin you (you, you)
Can't get enough of (you, you)
Can't get enough of (you, you)
Can't get enough of you
[Both:]
Love it when you lick your lips,
Love your smile
Love it when you let your hair down,
That drives me wild
Baby your just right,
Baby you're my type
How bout we leave the club,
And make this our night
Let's fulfill fantasies, and live out dreams
I promise baby, I aim to please
So if you're thinking, what I'm thinking
Let's stop thinking and go
I'm your secret admirer, keep it on the low
[Lloyd:]
Girl you should know that (girl you should know)
I've got you on my mind
Your secret admirer
Girl I've been watchin you (you, you)
Can't get enough of (you, you)
Can't get enough of (you, you)
Can't get enough of you
Ooooh
At night I think of you
I want to be your lover baby
So if you need some love, give me a call boo
I can be the one, to come and freak you
At night I think of you
I want to be your lover baby
And I won't hesitate to come and fall through
Shawty I can't wait to give my heart to (you, you)
Can't get enough of (you, you)
Can't get enough of (you, you)
Can't get enough of you
Playa Skills
Pitbull
I'm your secret admirer
I been watchin you
Post up all night wit ya girls
I'm just wonderin, you gotta man?
What type of situation you in?
[Lloyd:]
Girl you should know that,
I've got you on my mind
Your secret admirer
Girl I've been watchin you (you, you)
Can't get enough of (you, you)
Can't get enough of (you, you)
Can't get enough of you (of you)
[Pitbull:]
You got dat sexy walk
You got dem pretty eyes
You like Aaliyah, one in a million,
Dats how I feel inside
So I'm writin you dis one page letter,
To let you know what it is
I think about you while I'm in
Da car, da club, da crib
I don't know what you do to me
First time I feel this way
I don't know what to do no more
Attracted to you in a freaky way
I can tell that you know what to do,
When you do what you do
So how bout we get together some time,
Baby just me and you, I want to
[Lloyd:]
Girl you should know that (know that)
I've got you on my mind
Your secret admirer
Girl I've been watchin you (you, you)
Can't get enough of (you, you)
Can't get enough of (you, you)
Can't get enough of you
[Both:]
Love it when you lick your lips,
Love your smile
Love it when you let your hair down,
That drives me wild
Baby your just right,
Baby you're my type
How bout we leave the club,
And make this our night
Let's fulfill fantasies, and live out dreams
I promise baby, I aim to please
So if you're thinking, what I'm thinking
Let's stop thinking and go
I'm your secret admirer, keep it on the low
[Lloyd:]
Girl you should know that (girl you should know)
I've got you on my mind
Your secret admirer
Girl I've been watchin you (you, you)
Can't get enough of (you, you)
Can't get enough of (you, you)
Can't get enough of you
Ooooh
At night I think of you
I want to be your lover baby
So if you need some love, give me a call boo
I can be the one, to come and freak you
At night I think of you
I want to be your lover baby
And I won't hesitate to come and fall through
Shawty I can't wait to give my heart to (you, you)
Can't get enough of (you, you)
Can't get enough of (you, you)
Can't get enough of you
Get Up / Levantate lyrics - Pitbull
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Mueve, Mueve, Mueve, Mueve
(Everybody get up)
Mueve, Mueve, Mueve, Mueve
(Everybody get up)
Mueve, Mueve, Mueve, Mueve
If you ain't come to dance then what did you come for?
1 a.m., just got to the club
2 a.m., we was drinkin' it up
3 a.m., we was cuttin' it up
4 a.m., I was ready to fuck
So I took her to the car, I took her to 'tel
Took her to the room and she took it to the ribs
Oye loca Yo te paso la tarjeta mas tetota
Turnin' me on, I'm turnin' ya out
Turnin' me on, I'm turnin' ya out
Turnin' me on, I'm turnin' ya out
Baby, I'll light yo ass on fire
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Mueve, Mueve, Mueve, Mueve
(Everybody get up)
Mueve, Mueve, Mueve, Mueve
(Everybody get up)
Mueve, Mueve, Mueve, Mueve
If you ain't come to dance then what did you come for?
All my ladies in the front
(Ladies in the front)
All my dogs in the back
(Dogs in the back)
If you ballin' to the right
(Ballin' to the right)
If you walk to the left
(To the left, to the left)
I'm raw, why run down and hit one
When I can walk down and hit 'em all?
(Hit 'em all)
Oye Papito, Ten cuidado que yo te la quito
Turnin' me on, I'm turnin' ya out
Turnin' me on, I'm turnin' ya out
Turnin' me on, I'm turnin' ya out
Baby, I'll light yo ass on fire
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Mueve, Mueve, Mueve, Mueve
(Everybody get up)
Mueve, Mueve, Mueve, Mueve
(Everybody get up)
Mueve, Mueve, Mueve, Mueve
If you ain't come to dance then what did you come for?
Boojie girls
(Get on the up)
Classy girls
(Get on the up)
Ghetto girls
(Get on the up)
If you ain't come to dance then what did you come for?
White girls
(Get on up)
Black girls
(Get on up)
Latin girls
(Get on up)
If you ain't come to dance then what did you come for?
Turnin' me on, I'm turnin' ya out
Turnin' me on, I'm turnin' ya out
Turnin' me on, I'm turnin' ya out
Baby, I'll light yo ass on fire
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Mueve, Mueve, Mueve, Mueve
(Everybody get up)
Mueve, Mueve, Mueve, Mueve
(Everybody get up)
Mueve, Mueve, Mueve, Mueve
If you ain't come to dance then what did you come for?
Turnin' me on, I'm turnin' ya out
Turnin' me on, I'm turnin' ya out
Turnin' me on, I'm turnin' ya out
Baby, I'll light yo ass on fire
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Mueve, Mueve, Mueve, Mueve
(Everybody get up)
Mueve, Mueve, Mueve, Mueve
(Everybody get up)
Mueve, Mueve, Mueve, Mueve
If you ain't come to dance then what did you come for?
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Mueve, Mueve, Mueve, Mueve
(Everybody get up)
Mueve, Mueve, Mueve, Mueve
(Everybody get up)
Mueve, Mueve, Mueve, Mueve
If you ain't come to dance then what did you come for?
1 a.m., just got to the club
2 a.m., we was drinkin' it up
3 a.m., we was cuttin' it up
4 a.m., I was ready to fuck
So I took her to the car, I took her to 'tel
Took her to the room and she took it to the ribs
Oye loca Yo te paso la tarjeta mas tetota
Turnin' me on, I'm turnin' ya out
Turnin' me on, I'm turnin' ya out
Turnin' me on, I'm turnin' ya out
Baby, I'll light yo ass on fire
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Mueve, Mueve, Mueve, Mueve
(Everybody get up)
Mueve, Mueve, Mueve, Mueve
(Everybody get up)
Mueve, Mueve, Mueve, Mueve
If you ain't come to dance then what did you come for?
All my ladies in the front
(Ladies in the front)
All my dogs in the back
(Dogs in the back)
If you ballin' to the right
(Ballin' to the right)
If you walk to the left
(To the left, to the left)
I'm raw, why run down and hit one
When I can walk down and hit 'em all?
(Hit 'em all)
Oye Papito, Ten cuidado que yo te la quito
Turnin' me on, I'm turnin' ya out
Turnin' me on, I'm turnin' ya out
Turnin' me on, I'm turnin' ya out
Baby, I'll light yo ass on fire
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Mueve, Mueve, Mueve, Mueve
(Everybody get up)
Mueve, Mueve, Mueve, Mueve
(Everybody get up)
Mueve, Mueve, Mueve, Mueve
If you ain't come to dance then what did you come for?
Boojie girls
(Get on the up)
Classy girls
(Get on the up)
Ghetto girls
(Get on the up)
If you ain't come to dance then what did you come for?
White girls
(Get on up)
Black girls
(Get on up)
Latin girls
(Get on up)
If you ain't come to dance then what did you come for?
Turnin' me on, I'm turnin' ya out
Turnin' me on, I'm turnin' ya out
Turnin' me on, I'm turnin' ya out
Baby, I'll light yo ass on fire
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Mueve, Mueve, Mueve, Mueve
(Everybody get up)
Mueve, Mueve, Mueve, Mueve
(Everybody get up)
Mueve, Mueve, Mueve, Mueve
If you ain't come to dance then what did you come for?
Turnin' me on, I'm turnin' ya out
Turnin' me on, I'm turnin' ya out
Turnin' me on, I'm turnin' ya out
Baby, I'll light yo ass on fire
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Levantate
(Everybody get up)
Mueve, Mueve, Mueve, Mueve
(Everybody get up)
Mueve, Mueve, Mueve, Mueve
(Everybody get up)
Mueve, Mueve, Mueve, Mueve
If you ain't come to dance then what did you come for?
Fuego (DJ Budda Remix) lyrics - Pitbull (feat. Don Omar)
Oh, I already see what it is
He thinks he's a gangsta
Mr. CallaPark [Repeating]
You think you gangsta cause you did time
Well listen here gangsta, don't cross the line
Ten cuidado con el fuego (It'll burn you!)
Ten cuidado con el fuego
Ten cuidado con el fuego (It'll burn you!)
Ten cuidado con el fuego
Beamers and impala's
Thugs and them ballers
Ain't nothing safe
When them things start (jigga jigga jigga jigga jigga)
Look man, keep thinking we shook man
Do 'em like Bethune and Cookman
You ain't ready for them things to (jigga jigga jigga jigga jigga)
Look chump, you really think you live?
Then we can take this thing outside
Pop the door, pop the trunk
And let them things (jigga jigga jigga jigga jigga)
You think you gangsta cause you did time
Well listen here gangsta, don't cross the line
Ten cuidado con el fuego (It'll burn you!)
Ten cuidado con el fuego
Ten cuidado con el fuego (It'll burn you!)
Ten cuidado con el fuego
Si me van a tirar, tiren bien
A mi no me importa quien
Un consejo que lo piensen bien
Ten cuidado que yo vengo a cien, preparate
Yo no juego juegos
Lo unico que tengo es mi palabra y los dos huevos
So respeten el movimiento
Oye y deja el invento, penco
Mira papo lo siento
Pero la verdad es que ellos no pueden con esto
Y si tu creen que lo tienen bien puesto
Entonces ponte apuesto
Dale!
You think you gangsta cause you did time
Well listen here gangsta, don't cross the line
Ten cuidado con el fuego (It'll burn you!)
Ten cuidado con el fuego
Ten cuidado con el fuego (It'll burn you!)
Ten cuidado con el fuego
I'll blow yo lights out
Them Dade County boys ride chevy's with the pipes out
And they quick to put the pipe out
My question is: ?Who the f**k wanna fight now??
When you ride by the blocks in Opa-Locka all they scream is ?Yayo Yayo!?
Este cubanito no es Willy Chrino pero ya el llego, llego
This my time, my time
My turn, my turn
My grind, my grind
If you think it's a game, play with it right
You think you gangsta cause you did time
Well listen here gangsta, don't cross the line
Ten cuidado con el fuego (It'll burn you!)
Ten cuidado con el fuego
Ten cuidado con el fuego (It'll burn you!)
Ten cuidado con el fuego
You think you gangsta cause you did time
Well listen here gangsta, don't cross the line
Ten cuidado con el fuego (It'll burn you!)
Ten cuidado con el fuego
Ten cuidado con el fuego (It'll burn you!)
Ten cuidado con el fuego
You think you gangsta cause you did time
Well listen here gangsta, don't cross the line
Mr. CallaPark [Repeating]
If you think it's a game, play with it right...
Ain't nothing safe when them guns start...
He thinks he's a gangsta
Mr. CallaPark [Repeating]
You think you gangsta cause you did time
Well listen here gangsta, don't cross the line
Ten cuidado con el fuego (It'll burn you!)
Ten cuidado con el fuego
Ten cuidado con el fuego (It'll burn you!)
Ten cuidado con el fuego
Beamers and impala's
Thugs and them ballers
Ain't nothing safe
When them things start (jigga jigga jigga jigga jigga)
Look man, keep thinking we shook man
Do 'em like Bethune and Cookman
You ain't ready for them things to (jigga jigga jigga jigga jigga)
Look chump, you really think you live?
Then we can take this thing outside
Pop the door, pop the trunk
And let them things (jigga jigga jigga jigga jigga)
You think you gangsta cause you did time
Well listen here gangsta, don't cross the line
Ten cuidado con el fuego (It'll burn you!)
Ten cuidado con el fuego
Ten cuidado con el fuego (It'll burn you!)
Ten cuidado con el fuego
Si me van a tirar, tiren bien
A mi no me importa quien
Un consejo que lo piensen bien
Ten cuidado que yo vengo a cien, preparate
Yo no juego juegos
Lo unico que tengo es mi palabra y los dos huevos
So respeten el movimiento
Oye y deja el invento, penco
Mira papo lo siento
Pero la verdad es que ellos no pueden con esto
Y si tu creen que lo tienen bien puesto
Entonces ponte apuesto
Dale!
You think you gangsta cause you did time
Well listen here gangsta, don't cross the line
Ten cuidado con el fuego (It'll burn you!)
Ten cuidado con el fuego
Ten cuidado con el fuego (It'll burn you!)
Ten cuidado con el fuego
I'll blow yo lights out
Them Dade County boys ride chevy's with the pipes out
And they quick to put the pipe out
My question is: ?Who the f**k wanna fight now??
When you ride by the blocks in Opa-Locka all they scream is ?Yayo Yayo!?
Este cubanito no es Willy Chrino pero ya el llego, llego
This my time, my time
My turn, my turn
My grind, my grind
If you think it's a game, play with it right
You think you gangsta cause you did time
Well listen here gangsta, don't cross the line
Ten cuidado con el fuego (It'll burn you!)
Ten cuidado con el fuego
Ten cuidado con el fuego (It'll burn you!)
Ten cuidado con el fuego
You think you gangsta cause you did time
Well listen here gangsta, don't cross the line
Ten cuidado con el fuego (It'll burn you!)
Ten cuidado con el fuego
Ten cuidado con el fuego (It'll burn you!)
Ten cuidado con el fuego
You think you gangsta cause you did time
Well listen here gangsta, don't cross the line
Mr. CallaPark [Repeating]
If you think it's a game, play with it right...
Ain't nothing safe when them guns start...
Stripper Pole (Remix) lyrics - Pitbull (feat. Toby Love)
Toby Love, Scott Little, it's that little chico Pitbull
now let me see you go to work on that strip pole
I love it when you work that hit the floor
How you do that gimme some more
Humpback, humpback, hoochie momma
All I really want is some coochie momma
You a star when you work the pole
We don't make it rain we make it snow
When you go fast then break it down slow
From the window to the wall
Get low
This is for the strippers that be shaking for them tips
Big oh ass big oh tits, pretty ass pussy, pretty ass lips
Baby your amazing....
Tell me who your creeping with, I wanna know
Lying to my face again
I know you on the low
My boys done told me that your doin' wrong
So baby tell me...
No le hagas caso daddy
Yo solo soy tuya, amor
Deja que se mueran de envidia, no bailo desnuda
You think that I'm a fool babe
Don't make me lose my cool babe
Not tryin to hear what you say
You can't play me
You must go
I caught you on that stripper pole
Ain't never gonna trust you no
Ass in the air, grabbin' dollars while you droppin' like oh oh oh oh.....
You don't know the half of it
I found you out last Friday
Thought I was out to get you
At the club I met Peaches
She said she knew your secret
I asked if you were hookin' or creepin'
I had a quick lap dance
Damn near skeed in my pants (Whoa)
Look how bitches got me sweatin' in my white-T
Lovin' how she do me
Then I saw you in stilettos and a thong
Shaking that booty to the "Do the Brown" song (Do the Brown)
Shorty gots to go ooh oh...
You must go
I caught you on that stripper pole
Ain't never gonna trust you no
Ass in the air grabbin' dollars while your droppin' like oh oh oh oh [2x]
Let me see you climb the pole to the top
Let go, make it drop
Make it clap, don't stop
One check at a time don't stop
I've been waiting all night to see you take it off
I got some paper baby you can take it all
What you wanna do?
We can go to the back boom, boom fo' sho
These just them things that be going down in them strip clubs
Bend over baby come over and get these crispy dubs
No le hagas caso daddy
Solo soy tuya, amor
Deja que se mueran de envidia, no bailo desnuda
You think that I'm a fool babe
don't make me lose my cool babe
Not trying to hear what you say
You can't play me
You must go
I caught you on that stripper pole
Ain't never gonna trust you no
Ass in the air grabbin' dollars while you droppin' like oh oh oh oh....[2x]
How you gonna play this thug?
now let me see you go to work on that strip pole
I love it when you work that hit the floor
How you do that gimme some more
Humpback, humpback, hoochie momma
All I really want is some coochie momma
You a star when you work the pole
We don't make it rain we make it snow
When you go fast then break it down slow
From the window to the wall
Get low
This is for the strippers that be shaking for them tips
Big oh ass big oh tits, pretty ass pussy, pretty ass lips
Baby your amazing....
Tell me who your creeping with, I wanna know
Lying to my face again
I know you on the low
My boys done told me that your doin' wrong
So baby tell me...
No le hagas caso daddy
Yo solo soy tuya, amor
Deja que se mueran de envidia, no bailo desnuda
You think that I'm a fool babe
Don't make me lose my cool babe
Not tryin to hear what you say
You can't play me
You must go
I caught you on that stripper pole
Ain't never gonna trust you no
Ass in the air, grabbin' dollars while you droppin' like oh oh oh oh.....
You don't know the half of it
I found you out last Friday
Thought I was out to get you
At the club I met Peaches
She said she knew your secret
I asked if you were hookin' or creepin'
I had a quick lap dance
Damn near skeed in my pants (Whoa)
Look how bitches got me sweatin' in my white-T
Lovin' how she do me
Then I saw you in stilettos and a thong
Shaking that booty to the "Do the Brown" song (Do the Brown)
Shorty gots to go ooh oh...
You must go
I caught you on that stripper pole
Ain't never gonna trust you no
Ass in the air grabbin' dollars while your droppin' like oh oh oh oh [2x]
Let me see you climb the pole to the top
Let go, make it drop
Make it clap, don't stop
One check at a time don't stop
I've been waiting all night to see you take it off
I got some paper baby you can take it all
What you wanna do?
We can go to the back boom, boom fo' sho
These just them things that be going down in them strip clubs
Bend over baby come over and get these crispy dubs
No le hagas caso daddy
Solo soy tuya, amor
Deja que se mueran de envidia, no bailo desnuda
You think that I'm a fool babe
don't make me lose my cool babe
Not trying to hear what you say
You can't play me
You must go
I caught you on that stripper pole
Ain't never gonna trust you no
Ass in the air grabbin' dollars while you droppin' like oh oh oh oh....[2x]
How you gonna play this thug?
Un Poquito lyrics - Pitbull
Yeah, that's right
It's ya boy and Pitbull
All my dogs say
"Make money, money
Make money, money, money"
(Make money, money)
(Make money, money, money)
All my ladies say
"Take money money
Take money money money"
(Take money, money
(Take money, money, money")
Shawty, I love the way you shake it
'Cause you drop it and break it
Makin' a nigga wanna take it to the flo'
And I ain't trippin' on paper
Baby I wanted to make ya
So tell ya friends we can head to the mall
(Take off)
You know I got a pill, here it is
(Take off)
No reason keepin' on all your clothes
(Take off)
You know I'm gonna drive you crazy
Gettin' head on private plane right before I take off
I got a mean ol' swag, 'cause ya lead boy up
Tell 'em lean on that, tell me, baby
You ain't never seen on sash
Hundred gees all cash
In my Gucci duffel bag
(Go)
Wednesday night
(Go)
Catch me at shack
(Go)
Spanish bitch
With me got these girls, all bad
(Go)
Ay and I'm so good
Spend twenty thou'
And I ain't worried 'bout that
Move girl and make that culo go pop
Ay, make that culo go pop
Move girl and make that culo go pop
Ay, make that culo go pop
Say, "Dale, dale, dale, dale"
(Dale, dale, dale, dale)
Say, "Dale, dale, dale, dale"
(Dale, dale, dale, dale)
Can I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy I wouldn't mind again
Saturday ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Round up your girls
Let 'em know we on the way
I am what they wanna be
I'm always with a bad one
You need you a chico
You'll understand when you have one
Yung Berg, Pitbull, baby, it's official
We just wanna hit you
Where the Lord split you
(Oh)
Dale mami, Dale mami
You can find me
In the back of the club
With two mami's gettin loose
Ask about me if you doubt me
Once I hit 'em and lick 'em
They can't be without me
(Oh)
Mami yo te lo quiero seltodo
No ta preguro tel novio [?]
It's ya boy and Pitbull
All my dogs say
"Make money, money
Make money, money, money"
(Make money, money)
(Make money, money, money)
All my ladies say
"Take money money
Take money money money"
(Take money, money
(Take money, money, money")
Shawty, I love the way you shake it
'Cause you drop it and break it
Makin' a nigga wanna take it to the flo'
And I ain't trippin' on paper
Baby I wanted to make ya
So tell ya friends we can head to the mall
(Take off)
You know I got a pill, here it is
(Take off)
No reason keepin' on all your clothes
(Take off)
You know I'm gonna drive you crazy
Gettin' head on private plane right before I take off
I got a mean ol' swag, 'cause ya lead boy up
Tell 'em lean on that, tell me, baby
You ain't never seen on sash
Hundred gees all cash
In my Gucci duffel bag
(Go)
Wednesday night
(Go)
Catch me at shack
(Go)
Spanish bitch
With me got these girls, all bad
(Go)
Ay and I'm so good
Spend twenty thou'
And I ain't worried 'bout that
Move girl and make that culo go pop
Ay, make that culo go pop
Move girl and make that culo go pop
Ay, make that culo go pop
Say, "Dale, dale, dale, dale"
(Dale, dale, dale, dale)
Say, "Dale, dale, dale, dale"
(Dale, dale, dale, dale)
Can I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy I wouldn't mind again
Saturday ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Round up your girls
Let 'em know we on the way
I am what they wanna be
I'm always with a bad one
You need you a chico
You'll understand when you have one
Yung Berg, Pitbull, baby, it's official
We just wanna hit you
Where the Lord split you
(Oh)
Dale mami, Dale mami
You can find me
In the back of the club
With two mami's gettin loose
Ask about me if you doubt me
Once I hit 'em and lick 'em
They can't be without me
(Oh)
Mami yo te lo quiero seltodo
No ta preguro tel novio [?]
Tell Me (Remix) lyrics - Pitbull (feat. Frankie J, Ken-Y)
Penqueno Juan
Frankie J
Ken-Y
Mamita why we gotta keep going through this
Talk to her Frankie
[Verse 1]
Just Yesterday you said you loved me
That there was nobody else above me
that i was yours and you were mine
that there was no limits to our skies
But then you had to put our love on hold
when it came to making love it wasn't you anymore
and now your telling me to leave
I gotta walk out the door
cant you see that this is killing me
Its hurting my soul
oh baby
[Chorus - Frankie J & Ken Y]
How am i supposed to leave you
When my heart tells me to keep you
how can you ask me to let you goooo
No I just cant let you go
No I just cant let you go
(Nooo)
Cant you see Im slowly dying
But Im gonna keep on trying
Please dont ask of me to let you goooo
[Verse 2 - Pitbull]
Let me start
By telling you I love you with all my heart
But i cant understand the reason
When you tell me your leaving
Girl me and you were suppose to be forever and ever
Now instead of being in love
Its like we are use to each other
How could we do this to each other
We use to ride for each other
Die for each other
Cry for each other
Now its like all we wanna do is say is bye to each other
I cant let this happen
I refuse to lose you
I love you baby
Its the truth as usual
I wanna make you happy
Girl it aint hard to see
you mean the world to me
we had been though it all
thick or thin right or wrong
I cant let you go 'cause this love is too strong
[Chorus - Frankie J & Ken Y]
How am i supposed to leave you
When my heart tells me to keep you
how can you ask me to let you go
No I just cant let you go
No I just cant let yo go
(Nooo)
Cant you see Im slowly dying
But Im gonna keep on trying
Please don't ask of me to let you go
[Verse 3 - Pitbull]
Look baby just tell me what you want
Look baby just tell me what you need
Look baby i know im far from perfect
But the game and the money they can take cause its worthless
I know its hard to deal with my life
I know its hard to deal with all the gossip
I done seen em wit this one
I done seen em wit that one
But everything they say is monotonous
Cant you hear it in my voice
Mami you know your my heart my soul my love
And I swear to you baby
I just want to give you my heart my soul my love
I know we can work this out
I know we can
Baby lets try
But one thing I wont do is let this love die
(Is let this love die)
[Chorus - Frankie J & Ken Y]
How am i supposed to leave you
When my heart tells me to keep you
how can you ask me to let you goooo
No I just cant let you go
No I just cant let you go
(Nooo)
Cant you see Im slowly dying
But Im gonna keep on trying
Please don't ask of me to let you goooo
[Hook - Ken Y]
Believe me, yes Im trying to let you go
But the only thing I get from it is all this crying
Tell me how am I suppose to let you goooo
no no noooo
[Chorus - Frankie J & Ken Y]
How am i supposed to leave you
When my heart tells me to keep you
how can you ask me to let you go
No I just cant let you go
No I just cant let you go
(Nooo)
Cant you see Im slowly dying
But Im gonna keep on trying
Please don't ask of me to let you gooo
(no I just cant let you go)
Frankie J
Ken-Y
Mamita why we gotta keep going through this
Talk to her Frankie
[Verse 1]
Just Yesterday you said you loved me
That there was nobody else above me
that i was yours and you were mine
that there was no limits to our skies
But then you had to put our love on hold
when it came to making love it wasn't you anymore
and now your telling me to leave
I gotta walk out the door
cant you see that this is killing me
Its hurting my soul
oh baby
[Chorus - Frankie J & Ken Y]
How am i supposed to leave you
When my heart tells me to keep you
how can you ask me to let you goooo
No I just cant let you go
No I just cant let you go
(Nooo)
Cant you see Im slowly dying
But Im gonna keep on trying
Please dont ask of me to let you goooo
[Verse 2 - Pitbull]
Let me start
By telling you I love you with all my heart
But i cant understand the reason
When you tell me your leaving
Girl me and you were suppose to be forever and ever
Now instead of being in love
Its like we are use to each other
How could we do this to each other
We use to ride for each other
Die for each other
Cry for each other
Now its like all we wanna do is say is bye to each other
I cant let this happen
I refuse to lose you
I love you baby
Its the truth as usual
I wanna make you happy
Girl it aint hard to see
you mean the world to me
we had been though it all
thick or thin right or wrong
I cant let you go 'cause this love is too strong
[Chorus - Frankie J & Ken Y]
How am i supposed to leave you
When my heart tells me to keep you
how can you ask me to let you go
No I just cant let you go
No I just cant let yo go
(Nooo)
Cant you see Im slowly dying
But Im gonna keep on trying
Please don't ask of me to let you go
[Verse 3 - Pitbull]
Look baby just tell me what you want
Look baby just tell me what you need
Look baby i know im far from perfect
But the game and the money they can take cause its worthless
I know its hard to deal with my life
I know its hard to deal with all the gossip
I done seen em wit this one
I done seen em wit that one
But everything they say is monotonous
Cant you hear it in my voice
Mami you know your my heart my soul my love
And I swear to you baby
I just want to give you my heart my soul my love
I know we can work this out
I know we can
Baby lets try
But one thing I wont do is let this love die
(Is let this love die)
[Chorus - Frankie J & Ken Y]
How am i supposed to leave you
When my heart tells me to keep you
how can you ask me to let you goooo
No I just cant let you go
No I just cant let you go
(Nooo)
Cant you see Im slowly dying
But Im gonna keep on trying
Please don't ask of me to let you goooo
[Hook - Ken Y]
Believe me, yes Im trying to let you go
But the only thing I get from it is all this crying
Tell me how am I suppose to let you goooo
no no noooo
[Chorus - Frankie J & Ken Y]
How am i supposed to leave you
When my heart tells me to keep you
how can you ask me to let you go
No I just cant let you go
No I just cant let you go
(Nooo)
Cant you see Im slowly dying
But Im gonna keep on trying
Please don't ask of me to let you gooo
(no I just cant let you go)
Mr. 305 (Outro) lyrics - Pitbull
To all the DJ's out there I appreciate the love
Let's show 'em why Pitbull one of the rawest (Mr. 305)
I'm one of the best, one of the rawest
Nah I ain't perfect but bitch I'm flawless
Nah I ain't stupid but the flow is retarded
Barely made high school, the streets was my college
Rappin here for years, workin and grindin
On the streets if you copped it, I supplied it
I've worked everything, every drug you name it
I've seen families get tied up for missin payments
Keep thinking that this thing is just entertainment
Disrepect, get introduced to the pavement
Catch me somewhere on the islands of Caymen
Me, I see the future, ya'll boys cavemen
Now it's cartoons and tv shows
First album gold, remix did fo, El Mariel in stores
I hustle (I hustle), I grind (I grind),
That's why they call me Mr. 305
Let's show 'em why Pitbull one of the rawest (Mr. 305)
I'm one of the best, one of the rawest
Nah I ain't perfect but bitch I'm flawless
Nah I ain't stupid but the flow is retarded
Barely made high school, the streets was my college
Rappin here for years, workin and grindin
On the streets if you copped it, I supplied it
I've worked everything, every drug you name it
I've seen families get tied up for missin payments
Keep thinking that this thing is just entertainment
Disrepect, get introduced to the pavement
Catch me somewhere on the islands of Caymen
Me, I see the future, ya'll boys cavemen
Now it's cartoons and tv shows
First album gold, remix did fo, El Mariel in stores
I hustle (I hustle), I grind (I grind),
That's why they call me Mr. 305
Intro lyrics - Pitbull
Yea niggas, Welcome to Dade County
Where we slang rocks that claim blocks
And those red and blue lights just keep our streets hot
C'mon and ride with a nigga so I can show you what Dade County really got
See don't be fooled by South Beach
Thinking when you come to the Bottom you can just run these streets
You and your jewels are like a menu
And trust me nigga we intend to eat
Fuck around and cross that I-395
You just run into a bunch of dead end streets
Niggas with wifebeaters and bare feet
That's right, I'm talking straight goon style
Go beyond that about 3 miles and you're now entering the infamous Lil Havana
Now I know yall studio gangsters be vibing off the movie "Scarface"
But the wrong move in this place, you'll fuck around and meet the real Tony Montana
So fuck them palm trees
I got shit for you to really see
Like there's a graveyard with bury sub with niggas buried 4 generations deep
And I aint even talking about sister lined next to brother
I'm talking granddaddy to grandmother piled up on top of each other
And all that rap about you're Lil Haiti connections?
Nigga you don't even know a real zo
But I can introduce you to one that'll kick in your door
Put you faced down on the floor
And have your whole family wiring money from Chicago
But you a star, though
Okay, nigga if you a real G
This is where you tell your car to go
Opa Locka
Where there is continuous spotlight helicopters and a triangle full of choppers
Carol City will make holes in you so big, they can't be plugged by doctors
Nigga, this is the real Dade County
Where we are soldiers from birth to the hurst
That's why my childhood consisted of a bulletproof vest and a pyrex
Nigga, you haven't even seen the real Miami, yet
So Welcome to Miami-Dade County, the real Miami
Where we live and die, for life
Where we slang rocks that claim blocks
And those red and blue lights just keep our streets hot
C'mon and ride with a nigga so I can show you what Dade County really got
See don't be fooled by South Beach
Thinking when you come to the Bottom you can just run these streets
You and your jewels are like a menu
And trust me nigga we intend to eat
Fuck around and cross that I-395
You just run into a bunch of dead end streets
Niggas with wifebeaters and bare feet
That's right, I'm talking straight goon style
Go beyond that about 3 miles and you're now entering the infamous Lil Havana
Now I know yall studio gangsters be vibing off the movie "Scarface"
But the wrong move in this place, you'll fuck around and meet the real Tony Montana
So fuck them palm trees
I got shit for you to really see
Like there's a graveyard with bury sub with niggas buried 4 generations deep
And I aint even talking about sister lined next to brother
I'm talking granddaddy to grandmother piled up on top of each other
And all that rap about you're Lil Haiti connections?
Nigga you don't even know a real zo
But I can introduce you to one that'll kick in your door
Put you faced down on the floor
And have your whole family wiring money from Chicago
But you a star, though
Okay, nigga if you a real G
This is where you tell your car to go
Opa Locka
Where there is continuous spotlight helicopters and a triangle full of choppers
Carol City will make holes in you so big, they can't be plugged by doctors
Nigga, this is the real Dade County
Where we are soldiers from birth to the hurst
That's why my childhood consisted of a bulletproof vest and a pyrex
Nigga, you haven't even seen the real Miami, yet
So Welcome to Miami-Dade County, the real Miami
Where we live and die, for life
Miami Shit lyrics - Pitbull
[Intro:]
Oohhhh
Introduce (introduce)
Mr. (mr.) Three (yep) O (yep) Five'
Hop on a bucket of hot legs, fuck it [x4]
[Verse 1:]
This for the boy who went to Tennessee
Listening to MJG, breaking 'em birds and 8 Ball
Be careful with them keys
Don't hesitate the squeeze
Watch out for them fans cause they hate y'all
Begging counts over seas
When the fast come for me
All they gon' found is cities
No wait dog
But wait dog
Cause Pity's back
Bigger, better, stronger
It's all right you can hate dog
But don't be surprised
Even thought you like Nicolas Cage
And blow you motherfuckin' face off
Who the fuck wanna face off
Cause my bullet is ready to cock, aim and bang
Show the world what is mean to be born n raised
And home of the cage that's the(chrome and paint)
Cause he uses a straight face
And he'll shoot AK
He will kick you and blow
So I suggest to do what they say
These are the facts of life
Mines are the three bitches
They don't rat no more
All they do is snitchin'
I went to no pot, the piston, to get in touch
How to whip out the pot in the kitchen
Listen
Cook, cook
Whip, Whip
Chop, Chop
Oohhhh
Hit the shot stop, look, stop, drop, roll
Hit the block tell them fins stock the gold
Use to be my life but not no more
Fuck it
Hop on a bucket of hot legs, fuck it [x4]
[Chorus:]
Sittin' on banana clips, you want banana clips
Now that's some Miami shit
Give me yo big ol' shit, with a ton of bricks
Now that's some Miami shit
Chevy's on 22's, 24's, 26's
Now that's some Miami shit
That's what, that's right [x3]
I'm from Miami bitch
[Verse 2:]
I eave, sit, shit talk right
You see that semi 45 L.I. yeah I buck that
I never thought but I thought that
Give him a brick, baking soda and a pica and he's broad bad
Pirates and biases I bring it back
How you want it, from a stolen microwave
How you want it, high or yellow or light brown
I ain't feelin' nothing man
I gotta fell it where the pipes at?
Let's ride out a woman in a summer day
Money is to jack are everyday in day
That's how JT Money got his name
Miami is the equal is tons of cocaine
That's what we grew up
Learn to do
These cubes is the attention to a bird or two
Keep actin' like these boys will murder you
You hear the sun ain't the only thang burnin' you
This where the bitches go two way
Niggas love gon' play
And try to go equal to one way
If you know what I'm talkin' about
You from Day
And if you don't then
Welcome to where I've been raised
Nevada
Welcome to where I've been raised
The cribs
Welcome to where I've been raised
Magic City
Welcome to where I've been raised
Real fast count it a day
Let's ride
Hop on a bucket of hot legs
Step on the gas
Step on the gas, fuck it [x2]
[Chorus:]
Sittin' on banana clips, you want banana clips
Now that's some Miami shit
Give me yo big ol' shit, with a ton of bricks
Now that's some Miami shit
Chevy's on 22's, 24's, 26's
Now that's some Miami shit
That's what, that's right [x3]
I'm from Miami bitch
Oohhhh
Introduce (introduce)
Mr. (mr.) Three (yep) O (yep) Five'
Hop on a bucket of hot legs, fuck it [x4]
[Verse 1:]
This for the boy who went to Tennessee
Listening to MJG, breaking 'em birds and 8 Ball
Be careful with them keys
Don't hesitate the squeeze
Watch out for them fans cause they hate y'all
Begging counts over seas
When the fast come for me
All they gon' found is cities
No wait dog
But wait dog
Cause Pity's back
Bigger, better, stronger
It's all right you can hate dog
But don't be surprised
Even thought you like Nicolas Cage
And blow you motherfuckin' face off
Who the fuck wanna face off
Cause my bullet is ready to cock, aim and bang
Show the world what is mean to be born n raised
And home of the cage that's the(chrome and paint)
Cause he uses a straight face
And he'll shoot AK
He will kick you and blow
So I suggest to do what they say
These are the facts of life
Mines are the three bitches
They don't rat no more
All they do is snitchin'
I went to no pot, the piston, to get in touch
How to whip out the pot in the kitchen
Listen
Cook, cook
Whip, Whip
Chop, Chop
Oohhhh
Hit the shot stop, look, stop, drop, roll
Hit the block tell them fins stock the gold
Use to be my life but not no more
Fuck it
Hop on a bucket of hot legs, fuck it [x4]
[Chorus:]
Sittin' on banana clips, you want banana clips
Now that's some Miami shit
Give me yo big ol' shit, with a ton of bricks
Now that's some Miami shit
Chevy's on 22's, 24's, 26's
Now that's some Miami shit
That's what, that's right [x3]
I'm from Miami bitch
[Verse 2:]
I eave, sit, shit talk right
You see that semi 45 L.I. yeah I buck that
I never thought but I thought that
Give him a brick, baking soda and a pica and he's broad bad
Pirates and biases I bring it back
How you want it, from a stolen microwave
How you want it, high or yellow or light brown
I ain't feelin' nothing man
I gotta fell it where the pipes at?
Let's ride out a woman in a summer day
Money is to jack are everyday in day
That's how JT Money got his name
Miami is the equal is tons of cocaine
That's what we grew up
Learn to do
These cubes is the attention to a bird or two
Keep actin' like these boys will murder you
You hear the sun ain't the only thang burnin' you
This where the bitches go two way
Niggas love gon' play
And try to go equal to one way
If you know what I'm talkin' about
You from Day
And if you don't then
Welcome to where I've been raised
Nevada
Welcome to where I've been raised
The cribs
Welcome to where I've been raised
Magic City
Welcome to where I've been raised
Real fast count it a day
Let's ride
Hop on a bucket of hot legs
Step on the gas
Step on the gas, fuck it [x2]
[Chorus:]
Sittin' on banana clips, you want banana clips
Now that's some Miami shit
Give me yo big ol' shit, with a ton of bricks
Now that's some Miami shit
Chevy's on 22's, 24's, 26's
Now that's some Miami shit
That's what, that's right [x3]
I'm from Miami bitch
Come See Me lyrics - Pitbull
Toomp!
Que hola!
Esto para la gente que rapiando ? y no sabe lo que estan hablando
They dont call me Mr. 3-0-5 for nothing.
I earned that shit!
Dale!!
Whoooo ow!
[Hook:]
I dont mess with the smack
I dont mess with the blow
I dont mess with the crack
Not me, no mo'
Wanna ? holla at a latin broad (Come see me!)
And if you try'na get that money, buddy (Come see me!)
[Verse 1:]
Ya'll can play, thugs and gangstas while I
get this money with these lords and bankers
I was, watching Scarface dreaming of becoming Tony,
Schemin, Triple beamin, double teamin bitches with my homies
I got no blame(?) its just some bitches understand my story
And anger problems, my brother usually wont hear before me
Rap had me, wanting to be a dope boy
Now I rap, I stay away from that dope, boy
It's destiny, I was breast fed that coke boy
and when you seem them chicos better call them folks boy
I'm putting ya'll on the game
I'm hearing raps about coke and crack (crack?)
to be honest they all sound the same
Pit is off the chain (chain?)
Yea, That's set in stone (stone?)
So leave him alone (lone?)
Boy, leave him alone
Pit's reporting live (live!)
from D-A-D-E
Gotta problem buddy?
Come see me!
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2:]
Fuck whos the baddest a person's status depends on salary
This for them Cuban's losing life over Fidel's mentality
Treat a hater like golf and put a hole in one
I dont carry guns but my dawg's holdin' one
Ya'll boys flip bricks, These boys flip tons
One time Fat Joe, Rest In Peace Big Pun
This how I do it do it
Spit English and Spanish fluent
Then if you dont know I suggest
You pay close attention to it
Pit's here now
This how it's going down
Kilos and pounds
Goin town to town
Fortunately thats not my life no mo'
If its gotta do with dope
For me its a no go
Pit's one of a kind
Pit's ahead of his time
I'm nowhere near my prime
I'm always on the grind
I'm reporting live
From D-A-D-E
Gotta problem buddy?
Come see me!
[Hook x2]
Come see me! [x4]
Que hola!
Esto para la gente que rapiando ? y no sabe lo que estan hablando
They dont call me Mr. 3-0-5 for nothing.
I earned that shit!
Dale!!
Whoooo ow!
[Hook:]
I dont mess with the smack
I dont mess with the blow
I dont mess with the crack
Not me, no mo'
Wanna ? holla at a latin broad (Come see me!)
And if you try'na get that money, buddy (Come see me!)
[Verse 1:]
Ya'll can play, thugs and gangstas while I
get this money with these lords and bankers
I was, watching Scarface dreaming of becoming Tony,
Schemin, Triple beamin, double teamin bitches with my homies
I got no blame(?) its just some bitches understand my story
And anger problems, my brother usually wont hear before me
Rap had me, wanting to be a dope boy
Now I rap, I stay away from that dope, boy
It's destiny, I was breast fed that coke boy
and when you seem them chicos better call them folks boy
I'm putting ya'll on the game
I'm hearing raps about coke and crack (crack?)
to be honest they all sound the same
Pit is off the chain (chain?)
Yea, That's set in stone (stone?)
So leave him alone (lone?)
Boy, leave him alone
Pit's reporting live (live!)
from D-A-D-E
Gotta problem buddy?
Come see me!
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2:]
Fuck whos the baddest a person's status depends on salary
This for them Cuban's losing life over Fidel's mentality
Treat a hater like golf and put a hole in one
I dont carry guns but my dawg's holdin' one
Ya'll boys flip bricks, These boys flip tons
One time Fat Joe, Rest In Peace Big Pun
This how I do it do it
Spit English and Spanish fluent
Then if you dont know I suggest
You pay close attention to it
Pit's here now
This how it's going down
Kilos and pounds
Goin town to town
Fortunately thats not my life no mo'
If its gotta do with dope
For me its a no go
Pit's one of a kind
Pit's ahead of his time
I'm nowhere near my prime
I'm always on the grind
I'm reporting live
From D-A-D-E
Gotta problem buddy?
Come see me!
[Hook x2]
Come see me! [x4]
Jealouso lyrics - Pitbull
I can see it in ya eyes
Wussup, wussup
(Wussup, wussup)
I can see ya wanna ride
Wussup, wussup
(Wussup, wussup)
I see ya mami makin' eyes, buddy
Wussup, wussup
(Wussup, wussup)
I can give ya what ya like
Wussup, wussup
(Wussup, wussup)
Now stop
Make them girls jealousa
(Bang, bang)
Make them boys jealouso
(Bang, bang)
Mami make them other girls jealousa
(Bang, bang)
Then we make the club jealouso
(Bang, bang)
Make them girls jealousa
(Bang, bang)
Make them boys jealouso
(Bang, bang)
Mami make them other girls jealousa
(Bang, bang)
Then we make the club jealouso
(Bang, bang)
Get Farrel fa'real
I went from pounds and pills
Straight to accounts and deals
Now everything shiny and steel, tell ya man to chill
Girl, work them heels, lemme see ya do what ya feel
Let me see work for these bills
Baby, I'm sick with it, mami, I'm I'll ill
Miami's the crib, like it or not, that's what it is
Wow, I'm makin' the crib
Y'all like strippers when they makin' it rain
Y'all fightin' for tips and Pit is the shit
No ifs, ands or buts about
Tell ya man these boys about it
Can he do it better, I doubt it
Now stop
I can see it in ya eyes
Wussup, wussup
(Wussup, wussup)
I can see ya wanna ride
Wussup, wussup
(Wussup, wussup)
I see ya mami makin' eyes, buddy
Wussup, wussup
(Wussup, wussup)
I can give ya what ya like
Wussup, wussup
(Wussup, wussup)
Now stop
Make them girls jealousa
(Bang, bang)
Make them boys jealouso
(Bang, bang)
Mami make them other girls jealousa
(Bang, bang)
Then we make the club jealouso
(Bang, bang)
Make them girls jealousa
(Bang, bang)
Make them boys jealouso
(Bang, bang)
Mami make them other girls jealousa
(Bang, bang)
Then we make the club jealouso
(Bang, bang)
Mira mami, dile tu poso
Que no su pongas jealouso
See ya man right here he boy
He off the chain and ya man, well he's just so so
[Unverified]
Que no se haga loco
No disrespect, but yo woman's the one you need to check
And that's fo sho
See, ho problems ain't no problems
Don't hate the game cuz that ain't gone solve em
I can tell by her look that she wanna ride with me
And later ride on me
Go shawty
This just how we do
Me I got three, Farrell he got two
And they all wanna get wet and hot
Now Stop
I can see it in ya eyes
Wussup, wussup
(Wussup, wussup)
I can see ya wanna ride
Wussup, wussup
(Wussup, wussup)
I see ya mami makin' eyes, buddy
Wussup, wussup
(Wussup, wussup)
I can give ya what ya like
Wussup, wussup
(Wussup, wussup)
Now stop
Make them girls jealousa
(Bang, bang)
Make them boys jealouso
(Bang, bang)
Mami make them other girls jealousa
(Bang, bang)
Then we make the club jealouso
(Bang, bang)
Make them girls jealousa
(Bang, bang)
Make them boys jealouso
(Bang, bang)
Mami make them other girls jealousa
(Bang, bang)
Then we make the club jealouso
(Bang, bang)
Get it
A breecky-bracka bree
(Move a lot)
A breecky-bracka brah
(Shake a lot)
A breecky-bracka bree
(Move a lot)
A breecky-bracka brah
(Shake a lot)
A breecky-bracka bree
(Move a lot)
A breecky-bracka brah
(Shake a lot)
A breecky-bracka bree
(Move a lot)
A breecky-bracka brah
(Shake a lot)
Badda
(No, keep on goin')
Badda
(No, keep on goin')
Badda
(No, keep on goin')
Badda
(No, keep on goin')
Badda
(No, keep on goin')
Badda
(No, keep on goin')
Badda
(No, keep on goin')
Badda
(Now stop)
I can see it in ya eyes
Wussup, wussup
(Wussup, wussup)
I can see ya wanna ride
Wussup, wussup
(Wussup, wussup)
I see ya mami makin' eyes, buddy
Wussup, wussup
(Wussup, wussup)
I can give ya what ya like
Wussup, wussup
(Wussup, wussup)
Now stop
Make them girls jealousa
(Bang, bang)
Make them boys jealouso
(Bang, bang)
Mami make them other girls jealousa
(Bang, bang)
Then we make the club jealouso
(Bang, bang)
Make them girls jealousa
(Bang, bang)
Make them boys jealouso
(Bang, bang)
Mami make them other girls jealousa
(Bang, bang)
Then we make the club jealouso
(Bang, bang)
Wussup, wussup
(Wussup, wussup)
I can see ya wanna ride
Wussup, wussup
(Wussup, wussup)
I see ya mami makin' eyes, buddy
Wussup, wussup
(Wussup, wussup)
I can give ya what ya like
Wussup, wussup
(Wussup, wussup)
Now stop
Make them girls jealousa
(Bang, bang)
Make them boys jealouso
(Bang, bang)
Mami make them other girls jealousa
(Bang, bang)
Then we make the club jealouso
(Bang, bang)
Make them girls jealousa
(Bang, bang)
Make them boys jealouso
(Bang, bang)
Mami make them other girls jealousa
(Bang, bang)
Then we make the club jealouso
(Bang, bang)
Get Farrel fa'real
I went from pounds and pills
Straight to accounts and deals
Now everything shiny and steel, tell ya man to chill
Girl, work them heels, lemme see ya do what ya feel
Let me see work for these bills
Baby, I'm sick with it, mami, I'm I'll ill
Miami's the crib, like it or not, that's what it is
Wow, I'm makin' the crib
Y'all like strippers when they makin' it rain
Y'all fightin' for tips and Pit is the shit
No ifs, ands or buts about
Tell ya man these boys about it
Can he do it better, I doubt it
Now stop
I can see it in ya eyes
Wussup, wussup
(Wussup, wussup)
I can see ya wanna ride
Wussup, wussup
(Wussup, wussup)
I see ya mami makin' eyes, buddy
Wussup, wussup
(Wussup, wussup)
I can give ya what ya like
Wussup, wussup
(Wussup, wussup)
Now stop
Make them girls jealousa
(Bang, bang)
Make them boys jealouso
(Bang, bang)
Mami make them other girls jealousa
(Bang, bang)
Then we make the club jealouso
(Bang, bang)
Make them girls jealousa
(Bang, bang)
Make them boys jealouso
(Bang, bang)
Mami make them other girls jealousa
(Bang, bang)
Then we make the club jealouso
(Bang, bang)
Mira mami, dile tu poso
Que no su pongas jealouso
See ya man right here he boy
He off the chain and ya man, well he's just so so
[Unverified]
Que no se haga loco
No disrespect, but yo woman's the one you need to check
And that's fo sho
See, ho problems ain't no problems
Don't hate the game cuz that ain't gone solve em
I can tell by her look that she wanna ride with me
And later ride on me
Go shawty
This just how we do
Me I got three, Farrell he got two
And they all wanna get wet and hot
Now Stop
I can see it in ya eyes
Wussup, wussup
(Wussup, wussup)
I can see ya wanna ride
Wussup, wussup
(Wussup, wussup)
I see ya mami makin' eyes, buddy
Wussup, wussup
(Wussup, wussup)
I can give ya what ya like
Wussup, wussup
(Wussup, wussup)
Now stop
Make them girls jealousa
(Bang, bang)
Make them boys jealouso
(Bang, bang)
Mami make them other girls jealousa
(Bang, bang)
Then we make the club jealouso
(Bang, bang)
Make them girls jealousa
(Bang, bang)
Make them boys jealouso
(Bang, bang)
Mami make them other girls jealousa
(Bang, bang)
Then we make the club jealouso
(Bang, bang)
Get it
A breecky-bracka bree
(Move a lot)
A breecky-bracka brah
(Shake a lot)
A breecky-bracka bree
(Move a lot)
A breecky-bracka brah
(Shake a lot)
A breecky-bracka bree
(Move a lot)
A breecky-bracka brah
(Shake a lot)
A breecky-bracka bree
(Move a lot)
A breecky-bracka brah
(Shake a lot)
Badda
(No, keep on goin')
Badda
(No, keep on goin')
Badda
(No, keep on goin')
Badda
(No, keep on goin')
Badda
(No, keep on goin')
Badda
(No, keep on goin')
Badda
(No, keep on goin')
Badda
(Now stop)
I can see it in ya eyes
Wussup, wussup
(Wussup, wussup)
I can see ya wanna ride
Wussup, wussup
(Wussup, wussup)
I see ya mami makin' eyes, buddy
Wussup, wussup
(Wussup, wussup)
I can give ya what ya like
Wussup, wussup
(Wussup, wussup)
Now stop
Make them girls jealousa
(Bang, bang)
Make them boys jealouso
(Bang, bang)
Mami make them other girls jealousa
(Bang, bang)
Then we make the club jealouso
(Bang, bang)
Make them girls jealousa
(Bang, bang)
Make them boys jealouso
(Bang, bang)
Mami make them other girls jealousa
(Bang, bang)
Then we make the club jealouso
(Bang, bang)
¿Qué Tú Sabes De Eso? lyrics - Pitbull (feat. Fat Joe & Sinful)
[Chorus:]
Ten Cuidao Con Los Locos Que Te Queman En El Pecho
Que Tu Sabe De La Casa Llena De Hierba Hasta El Techo?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Tu No Sabes D'eso!
Que Tu Sabe De Los Viajes Pa' Abajo
Pa' La Key Largo Pa' Recoger Cien Aparatos En Un Bote Cigarro, eh?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Tu No Sabes D'eso!
[Verse 1: Pitbull]
Donchu You Know That Every Chicos Peoples Got Perico
But Whatchu Know Bout Them Dade County Chicos That's Lethal
They Work With Their Chevys And Regales On Rims
First Stud And Hand It To Me, Desert Eagle, But For Me It Was To Big
I Don't Know Bout Ya'll, But I'd Die For The Crib
Mr. 305, He On Fire And That's What It Is
And No Fire, He Don't Fail, Man I Can't, I Got Kids
And I'll Be God Damn If They Stomach Touchin' They Ribs
This Is Real Talk
I Hang With Them Boys That Will Cock, Will Pop
Ready To Chop Or We'll Chop
Play With It
And You JFK Right On MLK When Them AK Spray
Man, Welcome To Dade
[Chorus:]
Ten Cuidao Con Los Locos Que Te Queman En El Pecho
Que Tu Sabe De La Casa Llena De Hierba Hasta El Techo?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Tu No Sabes D'eso!
Que Tu Sabe De Los Viajes Pa' Abajo
Pa' La Key Largo Pa' Recoger Cien Aparatos En Un Bote Cigarro, eh?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Tu No Sabes D'eso!
[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
Yeah, Yo Yo
I Got The Niner On My Waist, In Case You Comin' Out Your Face
Nigga Think About It, Think About It, Think About It
Now Get Them Keys Out The Safe, 'Fore I'm Manning Out The Place
Nigga Think About It, Think About It, Think About It
It's Coca, It's Coca
You Mother Fucker You Don't Know Me I'm a Chopper-Spitter
I Do The Honors Of Benny Honas, You Chop Liver
And Your Face'll Match It
Yea I'll Take You Assets And The Mother Fuckin' Yayo Up In The Pissy Mansion
It's Coco Baby Loco Maybe I'll Blow Ya Baby
Pa Que Lo Sepas Get Your Head Chopped Te Dice Lady
They Keep It True, True
Them K's Will Spray, Spray
Hate It Or Love It, You Catch A Hundred In Broad Day
Yeah I'm Talkin' Mo' Money Mo' Money
Nigga, We Takin' Yo' Money Yo' Money
[Chorus:]
Ten Cuidao Con Los Locos Que Te Queman En El Pecho
Que Tu Sabe De La Casa Llena De Hierba Hasta El Techo?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Tu No Sabes D'eso!
Que Tu Sabe De Los Viajes Pa' Abajo
Pa' La Key Largo Pa' Recoger Cien Aparatos En Un Bote Cigarro, eh?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Tu No Sabes D'eso!
[Verse 3: Sinful]
No Estoy Hablando De La Que Te Congela La Boca
Esta Cosa Duerme En La Boca Como Un Dentista, Compa'
La Que Te Toca'l Corazón Como Un Tambor De Panda
Como Si Estuvieras Corriendo Un Maratón En Ghana
Los Huevos Y Las Palabras Es Lo Que Zafa Tu Alma
Hasta Los Puches Cardinales Se Hace Que Los Cantan
En Pistas, Cabrones Caen Enfrente De Mi Cara
Y Si La Policía Me Cuestiona, No Vi Nada
Estas Calles No Son De Confianza Para Nada
En El Barrio Se Respete El Código, O No Hay Mañana
Desaparece Ese Que Toma Mal Decisiones
En Esta Playa No Se Acerca Ni Los Tiburones
[Chorus:]
Ten Cuidao Con Los Locos Que Te Queman En El Pecho
Que Tu Sabe De La Casa Llena De Hierba Hasta El Techo?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Tu No Sabes D'eso!
Que Tu Sabe De Los Viajes Pa' Abajo
Pa' La Key Largo Pa' Recoger Cien Aparatos En Un Bote Cigarro, eh?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Tu No Sabes D'eso!
Ten Cuidao Con Los Locos Que Te Queman En El Pecho
Que Tu Sabe De La Casa Llena De Hierba Hasta El Techo?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Tu No Sabes D'eso!
Que Tu Sabe De Los Viajes Pa' Abajo
Pa' La Key Largo Pa' Recoger Cien Aparatos En Un Bote Cigarro, eh?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Tu No Sabes D'eso!
[Verse 1: Pitbull]
Donchu You Know That Every Chicos Peoples Got Perico
But Whatchu Know Bout Them Dade County Chicos That's Lethal
They Work With Their Chevys And Regales On Rims
First Stud And Hand It To Me, Desert Eagle, But For Me It Was To Big
I Don't Know Bout Ya'll, But I'd Die For The Crib
Mr. 305, He On Fire And That's What It Is
And No Fire, He Don't Fail, Man I Can't, I Got Kids
And I'll Be God Damn If They Stomach Touchin' They Ribs
This Is Real Talk
I Hang With Them Boys That Will Cock, Will Pop
Ready To Chop Or We'll Chop
Play With It
And You JFK Right On MLK When Them AK Spray
Man, Welcome To Dade
[Chorus:]
Ten Cuidao Con Los Locos Que Te Queman En El Pecho
Que Tu Sabe De La Casa Llena De Hierba Hasta El Techo?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Tu No Sabes D'eso!
Que Tu Sabe De Los Viajes Pa' Abajo
Pa' La Key Largo Pa' Recoger Cien Aparatos En Un Bote Cigarro, eh?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Tu No Sabes D'eso!
[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
Yeah, Yo Yo
I Got The Niner On My Waist, In Case You Comin' Out Your Face
Nigga Think About It, Think About It, Think About It
Now Get Them Keys Out The Safe, 'Fore I'm Manning Out The Place
Nigga Think About It, Think About It, Think About It
It's Coca, It's Coca
You Mother Fucker You Don't Know Me I'm a Chopper-Spitter
I Do The Honors Of Benny Honas, You Chop Liver
And Your Face'll Match It
Yea I'll Take You Assets And The Mother Fuckin' Yayo Up In The Pissy Mansion
It's Coco Baby Loco Maybe I'll Blow Ya Baby
Pa Que Lo Sepas Get Your Head Chopped Te Dice Lady
They Keep It True, True
Them K's Will Spray, Spray
Hate It Or Love It, You Catch A Hundred In Broad Day
Yeah I'm Talkin' Mo' Money Mo' Money
Nigga, We Takin' Yo' Money Yo' Money
[Chorus:]
Ten Cuidao Con Los Locos Que Te Queman En El Pecho
Que Tu Sabe De La Casa Llena De Hierba Hasta El Techo?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Tu No Sabes D'eso!
Que Tu Sabe De Los Viajes Pa' Abajo
Pa' La Key Largo Pa' Recoger Cien Aparatos En Un Bote Cigarro, eh?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Tu No Sabes D'eso!
[Verse 3: Sinful]
No Estoy Hablando De La Que Te Congela La Boca
Esta Cosa Duerme En La Boca Como Un Dentista, Compa'
La Que Te Toca'l Corazón Como Un Tambor De Panda
Como Si Estuvieras Corriendo Un Maratón En Ghana
Los Huevos Y Las Palabras Es Lo Que Zafa Tu Alma
Hasta Los Puches Cardinales Se Hace Que Los Cantan
En Pistas, Cabrones Caen Enfrente De Mi Cara
Y Si La Policía Me Cuestiona, No Vi Nada
Estas Calles No Son De Confianza Para Nada
En El Barrio Se Respete El Código, O No Hay Mañana
Desaparece Ese Que Toma Mal Decisiones
En Esta Playa No Se Acerca Ni Los Tiburones
[Chorus:]
Ten Cuidao Con Los Locos Que Te Queman En El Pecho
Que Tu Sabe De La Casa Llena De Hierba Hasta El Techo?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Tu No Sabes D'eso!
Que Tu Sabe De Los Viajes Pa' Abajo
Pa' La Key Largo Pa' Recoger Cien Aparatos En Un Bote Cigarro, eh?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Que Tu Sabes D'eso?
Tu No Sabes D'eso!
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