Damn I Love Miami lyrics - Pitbull & Lil Jon

(from "Bad Boys For Life" soundtrack)

(Ay... give it to me now)

(I love Miami)

What happens in Miami, never happened, never happened

What happens in Miami, never happened, never happened

I'ma hit this hotel

There's a party in the lobby

But be careful who you mess with

'Cause a ho tell everybody

Miami where all that ass from

And her girlfriend's got one too

Nah, it ain't my birthday, baby

But I wanna see you and her in your birthday suits

I was like "Hey", she was like "Yo"

I was like, "Ballin'", she was like, "Sure" (Yeah)

Wanna hit BT's? Wanna hit Scarlett's?

Wanna hit Tootsie's? Baby, let's go!

She was mulatica, I'm talkin' 'bout a killer (Yeah)

I put it on the mic, beat it up like Thriller

She with her best friend, said, "Bring one more"

Another bad one, you already know, fa'sho (Let's go!)

Damn I love Miami (I love it)

These girls speak my language (Hey)

Russian Roulette sexy (Sexy)

Body speaking Spanglish (Uh-huh)

Damn, I love Miami (I love it)

And Miami loves me (Yeah)

Damn, I love Miami (I love Miami)

There's nothing like it, trust me (Hey)

I got big decisions

I got two brunettes and a blonde one (Do both)

On the yacht, getting butt booty naked

Now that's a Miami problem (What?)

They titties look just look like Baywatch

But they ass from the 305 (305)

You can do a lot on Deco Drive

Or you can do a lot on my dick all night

She said, "Hey", I said, "Dímelo"

She was too hot, I couldn't say no

So I closed the tab, jumped straight in the car

Went up straight Calle Ocho, yeah, straight to the mo'

She was, "Ay, qué rico", when I was all in her

And if you go to Kendall, they all Kendall Jenners

Now you out-of-towners know what time it is

305, welcome to the crib (Let's go)

Damn, I love Miami (I love it)

These girls speak my language (Hey)

Russian Roulette sexy (Sexy)

Body speaking Spanglish (Uh-huh)

Damn, I love Miami (I love it)

And Miami loves me (Yeah)

Damn, I love Miami (I love Miami)

There's nothing like it, trust me (Hey)

West Perrine got that get down, Little Havana got that too

Wynwood got that get down, Little Haiti got that too

Hialeah got that get down, Opa-locka got that too

Carol City got that get down, and Leisure City got that too

Damn, I love Miami (305)

These girls speak my language (That's right)

Russian Roulette sexy (Dade county)

Body speaking Spanglish (That's right)

Damn, I love Miami (305)

And Miami loves me (That's right)

Damn, I love Miami (Dade county)

There's nothing like it, trust me (Let's go!)

Homestead got that get down, in Goulds, they got that too

On the real, they got that get down, and Perrine got that too (Aha)

Miami Heights got that get down, and Richmond Heights got that too

In the Grove, they got that get down, in Overtown, they got that too (Hey)

Discoteca lyrics - IAmChino & Pitbull

If you came to dance, put your hands in the air (Chino)

And if you came to drink, put your drinks in the air (Mr. Worldwide)

And if you came to smoke, put your joints in the air (It's time to shut down the club)

And if you came to fuck, everybody say yeah!

La disco está explota'

Quiere irse pa' la calle, la-la-la-la-la

Ya le pegó la rola, la-la-la-la-la

Se vuelve loca con el la-la-la-la-la

Está en su nota y la disco está explota'

Quiere irse pa' la calle, la-la-la-la-la

Ya le pegó la rola, la-la-la-la-la

Se vuelve loca con el la-la-la-la-la

Está en su nota

All the women love it when you give 'em that

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

She like that

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

She love that

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

When I give her that

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la)

I met her in the club, feeling her up

Said she wanna fuck, what?

Next thing you know we out on the floor

And she's licking me up, what?

Qué clase 'e loca, enfermota

Tremenda mamasota

Diablita con cara de angelita

Con las tetas en el aire en la discoteca

Y el culo en el piso, en cuatro, wepa

Le gusta' los tragos, le gusta Pepas

Siempre mojada, nunca seca

Le encanta el party, echa

(Oh, uh-oh, oh, oh, oh)

'Ta desacata' y pidió otro trago

(Oh, uh-oh, oh, oh, oh)

Tiene las gafas Dior con los ojos cerrados

La disco está explota'

Quiere irse pa' la calle, la-la-la-la-la

Ya le pegó la rola, la-la-la-la-la

Se vuelve loca con el la-la-la-la-la

Está en su nota y la disco está explota'

Quiere irse pa' la calle, la-la-la-la-la

Ya le pegó la rola, la-la-la-la-la

Se vuelve loca con el la-la-la-la-la

Está en su nota

All the women love it when you give 'em that

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

She like that

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

She love that

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

When I give her that

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la)

Anda sola en la discoteca hoy

Está deja', no quiere amor (No, no, no, no)

Pide rola pa' olvidar ese cabrón

Otro Phillie, puso el cel en modo avión

(Oh, uh-oh, oh, oh, oh)

'Ta desacata' y pidió otro trago

(Oh, uh-oh, oh, oh, oh)

Las gafas Dior con los ojos cerrados

La disco está explota'

Quiere irse pa' la calle, la-la-la-la-la

Ya le pegó la rola, la-la-la-la-la

Se vuelve loca con el la-la-la-la-la

Está en su nota y la disco está explota'

Quiere irse pa' la calle, la-la-la-la-la

Ya le pegó la rola, la-la-la-la-la

Se vuelve loca con el la-la-la-la-la

Está en su nota y la disco está explota'

The Most Winning

IAmChino

'Tamo en RD, manito, 'tamo en teteo feo

Romo Feo

What up, Playback?

Pitbull

The Most Winning

Mr. 305

Down South lyrics - (feat. Deuce Poppi & Plies)

[Duece Poppi:]

When you're from down south, boy

Down south, boy

Way, way, way deep down south, boy

When you're from down south, boy

Down south, boy

Way, way, way deep down south, boy

When you're from down south, boy

Down south, boy

Way, way, way deep down south, boy

When you're from down south, boy

Down south, boy

Way, way, way deep down south, boy

Look way, way, way deep south, boy

Hoes, clothes, and bankrolls what we 'bout, boy

I'm from the home of the chrome and the chopper triggers

Even them alphabet boys can't stop a nigga

I pimp tight with that hoe off in the wind, boy

I gets loose like I'm fresh up out that pen, boy

The last of a dying breed like 'Pac said

I got bread, got something that'll cock it

My ambitions as a rider by Slip-n-Slide, uh

All them killers down south know I'm on fire

28's chrome, fuck a hundred, smoke [?]

I know you pimp tight, pimpin', but I pimp tighter

Getting bread, got it made like Special Ed

Them hollow tips at your head, bitch, I bet you dead

24's on the Wagon, that's that G Benz

Two 44's looking like Siamese twins

When you're from down south, boy

Down south, boy

Way, way, way deep down south, boy

When you're from down south, boy

Down south, boy

Way, way, way deep down south, boy

When you're from down south, boy

Down south, boy

Way, way, way deep down south, boy

When you're from down south, boy

Down south, boy

Way, way, way deep down south, boy

[Pitbull:]

See, I'ma get this money

Rich everywhere and however it goes

And let me tell you something

If you owe me money, might as well owe the double-yo

So see, JAY-Z and JD might have told you money ain't a thing

But that means money's everything and for that money y'all make, them choppers sing

I'll make them coppers bring

That yellow tape 'cause the whole thing

Can turn into a homicide scene if you fuck with the cream, mane

And I know Trick

And I know his click

But I let you slip, I let you slide

But I hope you motherfuckers don't think I'ma let you die

Surprise, Pitbull get the last laugh

And whoever laughs last laughs the hardest

Whether now or later, y'all gonna pay me back regardless

And y'all can take THAT to the bank, motherfuckers

[Duece Poppi:]

When you're from down south, boy

Down south, boy

Way, way, way deep down south, boy

When you're from down south, boy

Down south, boy

Way, way, way deep down south, boy

When you're from down south, boy

Down south, boy

Way, way, way deep down south, boy

When you're from down south, boy

Down south, boy

Way, way, way deep down south, boy

[Plies:]

Nigga, I'm from down here where everything fucked up

And every other month, the dope prices going up

And either you thugging down here or you in the church

'Cause how I'm living, ain't nothing like you see on BET

These crackers found five dead in the last week

So if you a pussy nigga, you better get the fuck out these streets

These young niggas 16 and 17 going Fed

These crackers hitting these young niggas with 20-year bids

How the fuck you get indicted? You never had a quarter brick

But down here, that's how these pussy crackers play shit

And where I'm from, we respect Chevys more than we do Bentleys

'Cause a motherfucking Bentley can't fit them 26's

And that money come a little faster out here in the south

We got the corner, nigga, and got our own dope house

And you can find me with a white tee with my pants dropped

With four at the bottom, pussy nigga, and four at the top

[Duece Poppi:]

When you're from down south, boy

Down south, boy

Way, way, way deep down south, boy

When you're from down south, boy

Down south, boy

Way, way, way deep down south, boy

When you're from down south, boy

Down south, boy

Way, way, way deep down south, boy

When you're from down south, boy

Down south, boy

Way, way, way deep down south, boy

Everybody Get Up lyrics - Pitbull (feat. Pretty Ricky)

[Pitbull:]

What we about to do right now, we about to get wild, we about to get lose, we about to get crunk!

It's that little chico Pitbull reporting to ya live in this foolish fair,

I got my dawgs with me Pretty Ricky in there.

We about to show you how we get down!

...

We gone kill them in the club wit this one, tear tha club tha fuck up

We gone kill them in the club wit this one, tear tha club tha fuck up

We gone kill them in the club wit this one, tear tha club tha fuck up

We gone kill them in the club wit this one, tear the club the fuck up

Them boys ride

(Them boys ride)

Them boys ride

(Them boys ride)

Them boys ride

(Them boys ride)

Everybody get up

[x2]

Its P-I-T

And I want everybody in the club to get crunk wit me

Go ahead throw em up represent yo click city

Mami got a fat ass and titties

You already know Pitbull goin' hit it

Money still a major issue, y'all gon get it

Y'all already know how I done, who I done it wit

I love these fools that think they run shit

Thinkin' that they money long

Nest week they money gone

If the deal was right then whys yo money wrong

Fuck V.I.P.!

I want the whole club to say FUCK V.I.P.

Catch me at the bar wit a broad and a round of shots

Buddy act hard and hes scard cause will hit him wit a round of shots

Not only do these boys rap but they lookin' for a mother fuckin' town to lock

COMO!? Half of these boys when it jump off they be actin' like some homos!

Its quite simple let me tell you what we gon do in the club tonight

We gon tear it up

Tear it up

Tear it up

Tear it up

Tear it up

Tear it up

Come on lets ride

We gone kill them in the club wit this one, tear tha club tha fuck up

We gone kill them in the club wit this one, tear tha club tha fuck up

We gone kill them in the club wit this one, tear tha club tha fuck up

We gone kill them in the club wit this one, tear the club the fuck up

Them boys ride

(Them boys ride)

Them boys ride

(Them boys ride)

Them boys ride

(Them boys ride)

Everybody get up

[x2]

[Pretty Ricky:]

Watchu know about tha baby blu be ya old skool mac

Ask some of these haters in tha back

I'm a mack y'all, stay back

Spit fire like a loaded gak bim down like a baseball bat

Drop bombs like a quarter back

One down to go and I'm breaking the set

We got hitters that lay ya flat

Everybody clicks 'cause it's automatic

My boys be roughin' stuff

We are... Pretty Ricky, Ricky and the Mavericks

Chillin in with along with Alice, trippin along in her palace

We got that big dawg status

Uh huh break it from the car bitch

[Pitbull:]

We gone kill them in the club wit this one, tear tha club tha fuck up

We gone kill them in the club wit this one, tear tha club tha fuck up

We gone kill them in the club wit this one, tear tha club tha fuck up

We gone kill them in the club wit this one, tear the club the fuck up

Them boys ride

(Them boys ride)

Them boys ride

(Them boys ride)

Them boys ride

(Them boys ride)

Everybody get up

[x2]

[Pretty Ricky (Pitbull):]

Pull up in the Benz (Benz)

You can bring you and your friends (friends)

You can see me count my ends

Come here girl, do you like one-night stands

Bitch showed up in the mouthful of blue

So fresh in the blue-star shoes

[?]

(Man somebody stop this dude)

Girl stop fighting,

That would be so trifling

Sixteen with no license

But I'm still driving

[Pitbull:]

We gone kill them in the club wit this one, tear tha club tha fuck up

We gone kill them in the club wit this one, tear tha club tha fuck up

We gone kill them in the club wit this one, tear tha club tha fuck up

We gone kill them in the club wit this one, tear the club the fuck up

Them boys ride

(Them boys ride)

Them boys ride

(Them boys ride)

Them boys ride

(Them boys ride)

Everybody get up

[x2]

[Pretty Ricky:]

305 in this thang

We gon' climb this thang

[?]

Superstars, we in control

The people go loud and the crowd goes (Ooh!)

Hold on...

[?]

Who know that filthy rich

[?]

[Pitbull:]

They ride... we can handle the ladies and we can tear the club up

That's the way we do it at the crib

What's the crib? The crib is the bottom

Bottom is the magic city

The magic city is Miami

Welcome to the crib, dale!

Free Free Free lyrics - Pitbull (feat. Theron Theron)

[Pitbull:]

Now we gon' take it from Miami, the pineapple

To New York, the big apple

Now let's escape, dale!

[Theron Theron:]

Party jumpin', until the morning

Feeling free, free, free

Hands keep waving, we misbehavin'

Feeling free, free, free

Cause ain't nobody ready to go home

We gon' keep it going all night long

Yeah, party raisin', so hard time crazy

Feeling free, free, free

[Pitbull:]

Guess who's back fresh off the boat

Smelling like Bahamas for sure

I still got the ship, escape

Still the Godfather

Still el Padrino, you know

After dark, it gets a little loose

A lotta voli 3-0-5, no goose

Straight water, straight lime, no juice

Catch me on top of that ya, (heh) no roof

Travel 'round the world like it's a new sport

Move and escape to New York

Ahora ven aqui mami, dame un beso

Tu sabe que te gusta, deja eso

Tonight, tonight

We gon' have us a real good time

Baby girl, how you so fine?

Tonight you gon' be mine (be mine)

Tonight, tonight

We gon' have us a real good time (good time)

Baby girl, how you so fine? (so fine)

Tonight you gon' be mine (that's right)

[Theron Theron:]

Party jumpin', until the morning

Feeling free, free, free

Hands keep waving, we misbehavin'

Feeling free, free, free

Cause ain't nobody ready to go home

We gon' keep it going all night long

Yeah, party raisin', so hard time crazy

Feeling free, free, free

[Pitbull:]

Wooo!

Guess who's back, yours truly

Mr. Independent, welcome to the new me

Nothing like freedom I'd love to be free

A world takeover, times three

Hardest working man in the game, that's me

He's done, he's over, he's finished, let's see (yeah right)

You clearly don't know me

Mami wanna have some fun, mami show me

Mami wanna party, I poured her some Voli

She said I remember you at waze[?] I said that's the old me

Ahora dame un beso

Tu sabe que te gusta, deja eso

Tonight, tonight

We gon' have us a real good time

Baby girl, how you so fine?

Tonight you gon' be mine (be mine)

Tonight, tonight

We gon' have us a real good time (good time)

Baby girl, how you so fine? (so fine)

Tonight you gon' be mine (that's right)

[Theron Theron:]

Party jumpin', until the morning

Feeling free, free, free

Hands keep waving, we misbehavin'

Feeling free, free, free

Cause ain't nobody ready to go home

We gon' keep it going all night long

Yeah, party raisin', so hard time crazy

Feeling free, free, free

Go like limbo, take me down low

Party tempo, to the congo

We've been drinkin', making right decisions

There's no limit, everybody's singing

Party jumpin', until the morning

Feeling free, free, free

Hands keep waving, we misbehavin'

Feeling free, free, free

Cause ain't nobody ready to go home

We gon' keep it going all night long

Yeah, party raisin', so hard time crazy

Feeling free, free, free

Further Up (Na, Na, Na, Na, Na) lyrics - Static & Ben El & Pitbull

Static, Ben El, Mr. Worldwide

Everybody put your hands up high

Get M's and then stack em (Further Up)

Don't let nothing distract us (Further Up)

Excuse me Mr. DJ (Further Up)

Pretty girls get loud (Further Up)

Now let me hear you say

Na, na na na na

Na na na na, na na na, na na na

Na na na na

Put your hands up high and wave them from side to side

Let's go

Here's a little story about my friend Haim

Gave me a call about a hit, I said count me in (haha)

I've been winning with the women since I was a kid

And now I can't stop, won't stop

Just like did it oh oh

No he didn't oh oh

Yes he did oh oh

Always winning, now it's time for billons

Game fake, Pit Real

I'm ill, I'm sick

So sick I wish them well

We turning up (Turning up)

We burning up (Burning Up)

We always moving (Moving)

Further Up (Further Up)

Dale Mami disfruta

Que yo se que te gusta (ha ha)

Get M's and then stack em (Further Up)

Don't let nothing distract us (Further Up)

Excuse me Mr. DJ (Further Up)

Pretty girls get loud (Further Up)

Now let me hear you say

Na, na na na na

Na na na na, na na na, na na na

Na na na na

Put your hands up high and wave them from side to side

Let's go

Horses on the whip they call them chariots

Just got a brand new interior

AP on the wrist that's superior

Got it with Baguettes cuz it's prettier

So make it wiggle, can you make it wiggle

I like it how you make it bounce and make it jiggle

Keep it simple, and I'll keep it simple

All I want to do is get M's and…

Get M's and then stack em (Further Up)

Don't let nothing distract us (Further Up)

Excuse me Mr. DJ (Further Up)

Pretty girls get loud (Further Up)

Now let me hear you say

Na, na na na na

Na na na na, na na na, na na na

Na na na na

Put your hands up high and wave them from side to side

Only fall asleep on Versace sheets

All designer everything

Jeweler caught me saying cheese

Now that smile cost 50 G's

Hello mama, I can tell you wanna

Grab a couple friends, let's go

Face like Arianna

Booty like Rihanna

Diva like Madonna

Woah woah

Get M's and then stack em (Further Up)

Don't let nothing distract us (Further Up)

Excuse me Mr. DJ (Further Up)

Pretty girls get loud (Further Up)

Now let me hear you say

Na, na na na na

Na na na na, na na na, na na na

Na na na na

Put your hands up high and wave them from side to side

Everybody making money let me hear you say

Get Ready (Remix) lyrics - Pitbull (feat. Blake Shelton & Joe Perry)

If you wanna good time

If you wanna good time

Let me hear you say hey

Everybody say hey

If you wanna good time

If you wanna good time

Let me hear you say hey

Everybody say hey

If you wanna good time

If you wanna good time

Let me hear you say hey

Everybody say hey

If you wanna good time

If you wanna good time

Get em up, get em up, get em up, get em up

Put your hands up

Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)

Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)

Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)

Get ready to ride

Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)

Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)

Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)

Get ready worldwide

Wildin' out, fill my cup to the tip

Ridin' out to Atlantic City

Hardrock, yeah we opened it

5, 4, 3, 2, 1 for the win

Got em, that boy so solid

That's what happens when you come from the bottom

305 Paradise City, where the girls got big ol' booties and so pretty

Now shake that thang (shake that, shake that)

Work that thang (work that, work that)

Drop that thang (drop that, drop that)

Put your hands up

Now say it

Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)

Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)

Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)

Get ready to ride

Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)

Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)

Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)

Get ready worldwide

Ilov305 on the strip

Go ahead girl, get loose get lit

Go ahead girl, get it in get it in

5, 4, 3, 2, 1 for the win

Got em, that boy so solid

That's what happens when you come from the bottom

305 Paradise City, where the girls got big ol' booties and so pretty

Now shake that thang (shake that, shake that)

Work that thang (work that, work that)

Drop that thang (drop that, drop that)

Put your hands up

Now say it

Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)

Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)

Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)

Get ready to ride

Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)

Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)

Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)

Get ready worldwide

Oye Blake, let's take them around the world

Go tour Milan, Bam-ba-lam

Miami, LA, New York, Dubai

Dubai, Japan, Bam-ba-lam

ATL, Nashville, to the Chi

Eastside, Westside, Bam-ba-lam

I tell the truth, even when I lie

Get To Poppin' (Remix) lyrics - Pitbull (feat. Rich Boy)

[Rich Boy (Pitbull):]

When niggas get to poppin

(Yeah, oh its the remix!)

(Ha (Rich Boy, Rich Boy), Ha (Pitbull, Pitbull), oh it's the remix!)

When niggas get to poppin

Get get down, get get g-get get down (down)

Get get g-g-g-g-get down

[Pitbull:]

Get it, get girl get it get it down

With them choppas spit spit spi-spit spit rounds

From the town upstate sha shake sha shake it down

Get them boys get them thangs

Bra brake bra brakem down

From the bottom of the pane handle

Where birds get man handle

From a pot to the block with a hand to hand you

Cook that white with Sprite that's if you wanna scam you

Pitbull Rich boy we got clients too

Don't pull out unless of course you spit boy

Squeeze out to the bottom of that click boy

Just to reashore yo ass got hit boy

Make 36 O's do a 360 that's a flip boy

It's a bird it's a plane no that's a brick boy

I got a lick grab them thangs lets get rich boy

Pitbull chillin Rich boy chillin

What more can I say let's get millions

When niggas get to poppin

Get get down, get get g-get get down (down)

Get get girl get it, get it down

When niggas get to poppin

[Rich Boy:]

Money, cars, stars, they be ballin

Playas, pimps, dem hoes, dey be callin

Microphone check (check), one (one), two (two), four (four)

Who? Da fourth is you

I shut da whole block down like motherfuckin' P.D.

Niggas wanna be me, dey friends come and see me

Crack, rock, da block is hot

Dem niggas hate'n on me for da hoes dat I got

But I ain't even trippin off a trick as bit

Cause ya'll motherfuckers ain't hittin off shit

Broke ass nigga, joke ass nigga

Mess around and be a little smoke ass nigga

Rich Boy chillin

Polo chillin

What mo' can I say, we bout millions

That's what we get, we got it good

And you know we in yo hood

When niggas get to poppin

Get get down, get get g-get get down (down)

Get get girl get it, get it down

When niggas get to poppin

[Rich Boy:]

Dem boys stillin, dem boys dealin

Up in da hood, dem boys killin

I'm cold, put ya sweaters on like lil Charlie Brown

I got enough rounds to lay da whole place down

35-thousand dollar watch, 100-thousand dollar drop

3-million dollar spot

One, two, it don't stop...bitch

Getcha money hustle up

Bubble 10 double up

You a motherfuckin squirrel tryna get a nut (nut)

From top to bottom (bottom), dem hoes, I got em (got em)

Don't ask me how, don't know who shot em (shot em)

You snitch ass nigga, bitch ass nigga

Mess around, getcha self killed little nigga

When niggas get to poppin

Get get down, get get g-get get down (down)

Get get girl get it, get it down

When niggas get to poppin

[x2]

[Rich Boy:]

Rich boy chillin

Polo chillin

What more can I say, we bout millions

Dats what we get, we got it good

And you know we in yo hood

When niggas get to poppin

Get get girl get it, get it

When niggas get to poppin

Get get down, get get g-get get down (down)

Get get girl get it, get it down

When niggas get to poppin

Give It To Me lyrics - IAmChino, Pitbull & Yomil y El Dany

De Miami

(The Most Winning, Woo)

A Cuba

(Yomil y El Dany)

Al Mundo Entero

(IamChino, Waddup Playback)

Mr. Worlwide, checking innnnn

Se fue en vicio

(Give it to me, give it to me)

Dile al DJ que no pare la music, que es hasta al piso

(Give it to me, give it to me)

Ella anda sola y sola lo hizo

Se fue en vicio

(Give it to me, give it to me)

Tu la invitaste y si ella se vino fue porque quiso

(Give it to me, give it to me)

Ella, ella anda sola y sola lo hizo

(Give it to me)

Esto si es la vida mía no es película (raa)

Esto raperos si son putas son ridículas (raa)

Estos garrapatas si viven de fantasías (raa)

Aquí no hay fantasías, esto si es grandes ligas (raa)

Aquí no hay tiempo para hablar mierda en redes sociales (raa)

Eso lo dejo para ustedes los anormales (raa)

Yo no hablo, (hey) yo lo hago, (hey) yo soy Bueno, (hey) no soy malo (hey)

Pero si no hay (hey) pago (hey) PlacaPlaca (hey) del palo (hey) (raa)

305 till I die, eso lo saben (raa)

Estos payasos nuevos (hahaha) no valen

La vida es una, vívela, ya tu sabe (raa)

Que en paz descanse el Dany disfruta el cielo y dale

Se fue en vicio

(Give it to me, give it to me)

Dile al DJ que no pare la music, que es hasta al piso

(Give it to me, give it to me)

Ella anda sola y sola lo hizo

Se fue en vicio

(Give it to me, give it to me)

Tu la invitaste y si ella se vino fue porque quiso

(Give it to me, give it to me)

Ella, ella anda sola y sola lo hizo

(Give it to me)

Comenzó la fusión

Chino me envío esta y me dijo que es (yes) Crunkaton (raa)

Rápido me monte sin discusión (wooo)

Llegó el nene (ya) luces, cámara, acción

Este ritmo no caduca

Camarera pásame la hooka

Hooka pa tomarla como jugo fruta (woo)

Ella se lo bebe y lo disfruta (yaa)

Se me trepa encima y se me parte como yuca yuca

Se fue en vicio (se fue en vicio)

(Give it to me, give it to me)

Dile al DJ que no pare la music, que es hasta al piso (DJ no lo pare)

(Give it to me, give it to me)

Ella anda sola (sola) y sola lo hizo

Se fue en vicio (se fue vicio)

(Give it to me, give it to me)

Tu la invitaste y si ella se vino fue porque quiso

(Give it to me, give it to me)

Ella, ella anda sola y sola lo hizo

(Give it to me)

Ye

Lo mas pegado de todo cuba, ya

The Most Winning

Yomil y el Dany, wonka

Woo

305

Chino

Pitbull

Lu Díaz

Miami

Crunkaton (Crunkaton)

Que bola titi

Woo

Ratatatata

Esto pa todo lo latinos del mundo

The most winning

Wooo

Goalie Goalie lyrics - Arash, Nyusha, Pitbull, Blanco

Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie

Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie, let's go!

Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie

Goal! Let's go!

Wicked, lick it, started with a win

Pick up the flag and start [?]

La la la la, let's go

la la la la, let's go

Pop it, let me hit it with my booty

I'll make you crazy, you're 'bout to lose it

Mama mia, let's go

Take that thing to the floor

Lil mama let me see you work it

(Work it!)

Baby girl, yeah twerk it

(Oooh, yeah!)

Take the thing down south

(Yeah!)

Wow, wow, wow, wow

Kick off, feel the rendezvous

Run up down your avenue

Destination, me and you

Let's go

Somewhere we can make a move

Together we will never lose

Champions, we're breaking rules

Oh ya, oh ya, oh ya, oh ya

Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie

Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie, let's go!

Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie

Goal! Let's go!

Ya, ya, ya

Let's go!

Ya, let's go!

Your boy's a fighter, your boy's a grinder

She's winding, and I'm behind her

I gotta 'em lined up, for the victory

No if, ands or buts about it, this is history

Mr. Worldwide is more famous than Vegas

Talkin all colors, all cultures, all countries, all ages

Russia to the world baby, now you know where the game is

I was born to take over the world, I'm shameless

Mr. Worldwide, talking to the world again

Mr. Worldwide, wow wow wow wow

Kick off, feel the rendezvous

Run up down your avenue

Destination, me and you

Let's go

Somewhere we can make a move

Together we will never lose

Champions, we're breaking rules

Oh ya, oh ya, oh ya, oh ya

Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie

Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie, let's go!

Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie

Goal! Let's go!

Ya, ya, ya

Let's go!

Ya, let's go!

Talking to the world again

All our ecstasies in line

So we're alive (Mr. Worldwide!)

Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie

Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie

Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie

Goal!

Kick off, feel the rendezvous

Run up down your avenue

Destination, me and you

Let's go

Somewhere we can make a move

Together we will never lose

Champions, we're breaking rules

Oh ya, oh ya, oh ya, oh ya

Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie

Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie

Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie Goalie

Goal! Let's go!

Hey Ma lyrics - J Balvin & Pitbull (feat. Camila Cabello)

(from "The Fate Of The Furious" soundtrack)

[J Balvin:]

I'm here like for one night

So we don't gotta waste time

I know that you feel it

My hands upon your waistline

So won't you, come closer

Let me know you're all mine (let me know)

Let me know you're all mine (let go)

And I might stay tonight

But not for long

And I might say goodbye

But right now, baby, right now

(I need you)

Hey mama, hey mama, hey mama, hey ma'

(I need you)

Hey mama, hey mama, hey mama, hey ma'

Girl, it's getting hotter

I can't take much more

(I need you)

Hey mama, hey mama, hey mama, hey ma'

(I need you)

[Pitbull (J Balvin) {Camila Cabello}:]

I am what they wanna be

Check the stacks

James Bond in the flesh, girl

That's a fact

I was raised by old g's

So I'm low key (uh huh)

How much you need?

And you like

"Baby believe me"

I'm a freak

That can eat, that can beat

That can treat you like that queen

That you was meant to be

{Oh yeah}

I'm the good, I'm that raw

Slick on the dong

With nothing to something

To had it all

Now, mami, just watch, learn and listen

I've got a feeling so good she stay switchin'

But before I banish

She spoke Spanish

She said: "Papito rico, te necesito"

[Camila Cabello:]

I might stay tonight

But not for long

And I might say goodbye

But right now, yeah baby, right now

[Camila Cabello:] I need you

[J Balvin:]

Hey mama, hey mama, hey mama, hey ma'

[Camila Cabello:] I need you

[J Balvin:]

Hey mama, hey mama, hey mama, hey ma'

Girl, it's getting hotter

I can't take much more

[Camila Cabello:] I need you

[J Balvin:] Hey mama, hey mama, hey mama, hey ma'

I need you

I need you

[Camila Cabello:] Hey!

[Camila Cabello:] If you touch me right

[J Balvin:] If you touch me right

[Camila Cabello:] I might stay the night

[J Balvin:] I might stay the night

[Camila Cabello:] Oh, we can take our time

[J Balvin:] We could take our time

[Camila Cabello:] I know we gotta say goodbye

[J Balvin:] No, no, no

[Camila Cabello:] I know we gotta say goodbye

[J Balvin:] No, no

[Camila Cabello:] No, no, no, no, no, no

[J Balvin:]

(I need you)

Hey mama, hey mama, hey mama, hey ma'

[Camila Cabello:] Oh

[J Balvin:]

(I need you)

Hey mama, hey mama, hey mama, hey ma'

Girl, it's getting hotter

I can't take much more

[Camila Cabello:] I need you

[J Balvin:] Hey mama, hey mama, hey mama, hey ma'

[Camila Cabello:] Ohh

[J Balvin:]

I need you

[Camila Cabello:]

Yeah-yeah

Oh

Yeah

I need you, hey!

Pa mi gente latina, stand up!

Cuba!

[J Balvin:] I need you

Hey Ma (Spanish Version) lyrics - Pitbull & J Balvin (feat. Camila Cabello)

(from "The Fate Of The Furious" soundtrack)

[J Balvin:]

Dale, sin miedo

Arriésgate y sígueme el juego

Sola, creo

Di a tus amigas hasta luego

No des explicaciones, solo vente

Que tu mente es malvada, eso yo lo sé

En tu mirada yo lo puedo ver

Te mata mi estilo y eso yo lo sé

Vamo' a romper la disco, rampapampam

Baila que no te he visto, pampapampam

Porque tú eras lo que yo soñé

No perdamos el tiempo, pampapampam

[J Balvin & Camila Cabello:]

I need you

Hey mama, hey mama, hey mama, hey ma'

I need you

Hey mama, hey mama, hey mama, hey ma'

Girl, it's getting hotter

I can't take much more

I need you

Hey mama, hey mama, hey mama, hey ma'

I need you

[Pitbull:]

Pa'lante con la libertad de Cuba

Y que la isla entera suba

De la Habana hasta Santiago

Todo mundo fumando puros y tomando tragos

¡Qué relajo! El vago trabaja doble

So, ponte las pilas

Todo mundo quiere una Cubana, ponte en fila

Esto es un party, que siga, como sea

¿Cómo qué? Como tú quieras, a tu manera

Are you single?

Quítate las payamitas pa' que tú veas

No soy un mono vestido de seda

Esas mujeres están calientes y mucho más

Te queman por aquí, te queman por allá

[Camila Cabello:]

No miraré atrás, oh, no, ya no

No puedo respirar sin tu amor

Baby, tu amor

[J Balvin & Camila Cabello:]

I need you

Hey mama, hey mama, hey mama, hey ma'

I need you

Hey, mama hey mama, hey mama, hey ma'

Girl, it's getting hotter

I can't take much more

I need you

Hey mama, hey mama, hey mama, hey ma'

I need you

I need you

Hey

[Camila Cabello:]

Si tocas mi piel

Tú saciarás mi sed

Oh, voy a enloquecer

Dime lo que vas a hacer

Dime lo que vas a hacer, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

[J Balvin & Camila Cabello:]

I need you

Hey mama, hey mama, hey mama, hey ma'

I need you

Hey, mama, hey, mama, hey, mama, hey, ma'

Girl, it's getting hotter

I can't take much more

I need you

Hey mama, hey mama, hey mama, hey ma'

I need you

[Camila Cabello:]

I need you, hey!

Pa mi gente latina, stand up!

¡Cuba!

I Believe That We Will Win (World Anthem) lyrics - Pitbull

You know what spreads faster than any virus?

It's fear

And when it comes to fear you can either forget everything and run

I said I (I)

Or you can face everything and rise

I believe (I believe)

And let me tell you what I believe

I believe that (I believe that)

I believe we gonna face everything and rise

I believe that we will win (I believe that we will win)

(Let me hear you say)

I believe that we will win (Say it)

I believe that we will win

I believe that we will win (Say it)

I believe that we will win

I believe that we will win (Say it)

I believe that we will win

I believe that we will win (Say it)

I believe that we will win

Eeeeyyyooooo

It's not how you fall

It's how you get back up

And what don't kill us make us stronger

Boy, bet that up

Take a swing at us

You better hit hard

Cause when we swing back (Swing back)

It's like "Oh, God!" (Oh God)

It's time to knuckle up (Knuckle up)

And fight hard (Fight hard)

Now let's all buckle up (Buckle up)

And fight hard (Fight hard)

Que Dios bendiga a toda tu familias mi amigos

De parte Armandito vamos a darle duro a este virus

I said I

Say it with me (I)

I believe

Say it with me (I believe)

I believe that

Say it with me (I believe that)

I believe that we will win

Let me hear you say (I believe that we will win)

I believe that we will win (Say it)

I believe that we will win

I believe that we will win (Say it)

I believe that we will win

I believe that we will win (Say it)

I believe that we will win

I believe that we will win (Say it)

I believe that we will win

Eeeeyyyooooo

We could lose the battle

But we gon' win the war

I'm from the bottom

I'm that uncut real raw

When things get tough

That's when we show up

That's when we show out

That's when we show you all (305)

It's time to knuckle up (Knuckle up)

And fight hard (Fight hard)

Now let's all buckle up (Buckle up)

And fight hard (Fight hard)

Que Dios bendiga a toda tu familias mi amigos

De parte Armandito vamos a darle duro a este virus

I said I

Say it with me (I)

I believe

Say it with me (I believe)

I believe that

Say it with me (I believe that)

I believe that we will win

Let me hear you say (I believe that we will win)

I believe that we will win (Say it)

I believe that we will win

I believe that we will win (Say it)

I believe that we will win

I believe that we will win (Say it)

I believe that we will win

I believe that we will win (Say it)

I believe that we will win

Bottom line

No matter what

Face everything and rise

I Feel Good lyrics - Pitbull (feat. Anthony Watts & DJWS)

It feels good to see

The World getting loose (Mr. Worldwide)

Feels good to see

The World getting loose (Let's ride)

I don't know about you (Sak Noel)

I don't know about you (Phenom)

I don't know about you (White Shadow)

I don't know about you, but I feel good

I don't know about you, but I feel good

I don't know about you, but I feel good

I don't know about you, but I feel good

I don't know about you, but I feel good

I'm two plus two, I'm fo' sho

You down, I'm down, baby let's go

You stop, you drop, baby, then roll

You twerk, you pop, booty so swole

I'd hate me too if I were you

And when it comes to billions, I'll take two

It's only one life, you don't get two

So live life, don't let it live you

I got a pocket full of hundred dollar bills

Put on a jacket 'cause these diamonds give you chills

Two shots, I'm running

Two and I'm stunning tonight, tonight (Yeah)

Look in the mirror, I'm like who the hell is he?

So many whips and cribs, I'm losing track of keys

Ooh, up to something

Ooh yeah, I love it alright, alright

Yeah-yeah, I'm drinking out the bottle (Get loose)

Hanging with supermodels (Get loose)

Feel like I've hit the lotto

I don't know about you, but I feel good

I don't know about you, but I feel good

I don't know about you, but I feel good

I don't know about you, but I feel good

I don't know about you, but I feel good

I'm one plus one, I'm too strong

If you ain't about money then get gone

I wanna wild out all night long

You wanna ride out, then get on

I'd hate me too if I were you

And when it comes to billions, I'll take two

It's only one life, you don't get two

So live life, don't let it live you

I got a pocket full of hundred dollar bills

Put on a jacket 'cause these diamonds give you chills

Two shots, I'm running

Two and I'm stunning tonight, I'm stunning tonight, yeah

Look in the mirror I'm like who the hell is he?

So many whips and cribs, I'm losing track of keys

Ooh, up to something

Ooh yeah, I love it alright, alright

Yeah-yeah, I'm drinking out the bottle (Get loose)

Hanging with supermodels (Get loose)

Feel like I've hit the lotto

I don't know about you, but I feel good

I don't know about you, but I feel good

I don't know about you, but I feel good

I don't know about you, but I feel good

I don't know about you, but I feel good

Imagínate lyrics - Tito El Bambino, Pitbull & El Alfa

[Parte 1 - Imagínate:]

[Pitbull:]

De Miami a Cuba (305, ¿qué bola?)

Cuba a Puerto Rico (¿Qué es la que hay?)

De Puerto Rico a la República

Di que tú sabe'

[Tito "El Bambino":]

Aterrizamo' en La Romana, aquí la fiesta no para

Y bebiendo mamajuana y una Presidente

La energía aquí se siente, conmigo siempre presente

Se pone bueno el ambiente, yo sé que tú quieres

En la villa, el party se encendió

Sobran las botellas de Moët, el jacuzzi ya se calentó

[Tito "El Bambino" & (Pitbull):]

Imagínate (Imagine)

Lo que pasaría entre tú y yo (Me and you)

Tú y yo (You and I)

Imagínate (Imagine)

Si nos quedamos solos los dos (Just the two of us)

Los dos (The two of us)

[Tito "El Bambino":]

Imagínate

[Pitbull:]

(¡Wuh, huh!)

Hay un loco

Hay un loco en caleta' en la grasa, en la orilla del mar, jeje

Y ese loco (Ese loco) está loco (Está loco)

En caleta' en la grasa, con una pila 'e jeva'

En tanguita' rojas en la orilla del mar

Ese loco soy yo, ahora voy yo

Por to'a La Romana, a Casa 'e Campo

A formar tremendo party, a formar tremendo show

Mami, ¿qué tú espera'? Mami, vamo'

Como dicen los tigueres: "Mami, está to'", jaja

Imagínate, es mi vida real

Tito "El Bambino" y el loquito Armandito vamos pa' allá (¡Wouh!)

[Tito "El Bambino" & (Pitbull):]

Imagínate (Imagine)

Lo que pasaría entre tú y yo (Me and you)

Tú y yo (You and I)

Imagínate (Imagine)

Si nos quedamos solos los dos (Just the two of us)

Los dos (The two of us)

[Tito "El Bambino":]

Imagínate

Imagínate

(-Te, -te, -te, -te, -te, -te, -te, -te

-Te, -te, -te, -te, -te, -te, -te, -te, -te, -te, -te)

[Parte 2 - Gigolo:]

[Pitbull & (Tito "El Bambino"):]

Dale

Ni John Lennon se imagina esto, jejejeje

Imagínate

Now step on the gas

Alfa, ¿qué bola, qué lo que? (Mr. 305)

It's Mr. 305 checkin' in

(Tito "El Bambino"; ¡wuh, huh!)

Di'que, dale (Come on, come on; ¡oh!)

[Pitbull & (Tito "El Bambino"):]

Estoy trabajando moviendo la madera

'Toy trabajando moviendo la madera (Dile)

Ella trabajando moviendo la cadera

Estoy trabajando moviendo la madera

[El Alfa & (Pitbull):]

El gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo

El gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo (¡Wuh, huh!)

El gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo

El gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo

[Tito "El Bambino" & (El Alfa):]

Es que yo soy tu gigolo, el que te saca de to'

El que te pone la vaina, el que te da lo de to' (Come on!)

Es que yo soy tu gigolo (¡Gigolo!), el que te saca de to'

El que te pone la vaina, el que te da lo de to' (¡Gigolo!; ataca, Alfa)

[El Alfa & (Tito "El Bambino"):]

El gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo (Gigolo)

El gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo (El gigolo; wah)

El gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo (Gigolo)

El gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo (El gigolo; wah)

[El Alfa & {Tito "El Bambino"}:]

Del Anacaona pa'l jet, del jet pa'l hotel

Del hotel pa'l party y del party pa'l hotel (Pa, pa; pa, pa)

¿Que do' presentadora' de T.V. me quieren ver? (Auh)

¿Que pa' qué me quieren ver? ¿Pa' que tú quieres saber? (Prr; uh)

Black Maybach, gold diamond for the pinky

I like it two chains, suck a nigga dicky

Sobra'o de galla', la metralla, tú no ere' mi talla

Si no tiene' número pa' hablá' conmigo, usted se calla (Calla)

E' que la calle bota fire (¡Wuh!)

Las mujere' atrá' de mí porque quieren guayá'

Do' tiroteo' y nunca me he embala'o

En uno de ello' recogí to' y lo dejé clava'o {¡Trrah!}

[El Alfa, (Tito "El Bambino") & {Pitbull}:]

El gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo (Gigolo)

El gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo (Gi-go-lo)

El gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo (¡Alfa!)

El gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo {¡Wuh, huh!}

[Pitbull & {El Alfa}:]

What they do, what they don't

What it is, what it ain't

I go hard in the paint

'Cause I do what you can't

It's a fact, I'm a beast but at least you can watch

You can hate but the truth is the world's my block

I pity the fool ¿y quién eres tú, y quién eres tú?

¿Y quién eres tú? I'm ready for you (¡Rrah!)

I spitted the truth, you'd clicked get it too

And even if I stutter, I still sh-sh-sh-sh-shit on you

La gente creían que yo era el tipo inteligente

Y yo creía que el tipo era mi gente, cómo juega la mente

Ello' son buenos y yo excelente, el presidente {El gigolo}

[El Alfa:]

El gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo

El gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo (El gigolo)

El gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo

El gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo (El gigolo)

[Tito "El Bambino" & {El Alfa}:]

Es que yo soy tu gigolo, el que te saca de to'

El que te pone la vaina, el que te da lo de to' (Come on!)

Es que yo soy tu gigolo {¡Gigolo!}, el que te saca de to'

El que te pone la vaina, el que te da lo de to' {¡Gigolo!; ataca, Alfa}

[El Alfa & {Tito "El Bambino"}:]

El gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo {Gigolo}

El gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo (El gigolo; wah)

El gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo {Gigolo}

El gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo, el gigolo

[Tito "El Bambino" & {El Alfa}:]

Salimo' 'e P.R. montao' en un jet

En treinta minuto' llegamo' a R.D

No es lo que se habla, es lo que se ve

El Alfa me dijo: "Ti-Tin, ¿qué lo que?"

Gigolo de nacimiento

Aquí no se bebe agua, e' Rosé to' el tiempo

La' baby se mojan en nuestros asiento'

Cada vez que le damo' mantenimiento {El gigolo}

[Tito "El Bambino" & {El Alfa}:]

The most winning, jaja

(¡Alfa!, la verdadera maquina de hacer dinero, jajaja

Saludos desde Casa de Campo, jaja

Gigolo; "El Bambino")

{El Alfa "El Jefe"

El animal, el criminal, the best, yeh

Ya tú chabe'

¡Cha-el!}