Amore lyrics - Pitbull (feat. Leona Lewis)
(from "Gotti" soundtrack)
[Pitbull:]
They're dying to kill
And living to die
Snubnosed, headshots
If you touch anything that's mine
Respect, Loyalty
Dan la vida para la familia
They'll live for the honor
They'll kill for the honor
They'll die for the honor
Wise guys take lives in the box
Look the judge in their eyes
Put their hand on the bible
And lie to you, only to leave something to the coroner
Fuck the law, fuck the feds, fuck cops
Pop-pop, catch you at your favorite spot
Well-dressed, intermittent, but dangerous
Go-getters, hustlers, gangstes
Everything organized
And if they hit us, surprise
One to the heart and two to the brain
Looks like he lost his mind, let's ride
There's rules and codes
You don't break them for no one
Unless you're a fool like that fucking prick
Sammy the Bull
[Leona Lewis:]
Amore, mio Amore
I've waited for you
To save me tonight
But you left me dying
Slowly inside
Amore, Amore mio, Amore
I've waited for you
To bring me to life
But you left me dying
Dying inside
[Pitbull:]
Three pice suit with a piece by the waistline
Just in case a motherfucker wanna take mine
I'ma get mine, get theirs, get yours
Cocked back, click-clack, give me that fat line
Mob royalty, walk out the court, not guilty, filthy
But dressed so fresh, so clean
So gentleman, so mean
So loved, so hated
Yeah, I killed, yeah, I extorted
Yeah, I robbed, but I'm the god of the mob
Fuck it, I made it
From nothing to something, scum to thug
Thug to gangster, gangster to mobster
No pot to piss in to pasta and lobster
Bitch, I'm a rockstar
The king from Queens
That killed and died for his dreams
The rotten apple from the Big Apple
The realest gangster you ever seen
John Gotti, Teflon Don
The rotten apple from the Big Apple
The realest gangster you ever seen
John Gotti
[Leona Lewis:]
Amore, Amore mio, Amore
I've waited for you
To bring me to life
But you left me dying
Dying inside
Amore, Amore mio, Amore
I've waited for you
To save me tonight
But you left me dying
Slowly inside
[*gunshots*]
Backpack lyrics - TAG x Pitbull
[TAG:]
Make it clap
Ooh ya gotta backpack
Damn ya gotta backpack
Watch it when ya walk past
What cha gonna do with all that
Ooh you gotta backpack
Damn I gotta backtrack
Watch it when ya walk past
That's just my style
Baby girl your back pack make me smile
It's been a while
Best one for miles
Baby girl your back pack make me smile
Oh wow oh wow
How did you fit in all that
All of that bag in that pack?
Come put that back in my lap
Baby make me happy
Make it clap
Ooh ya gotta backpack
Damn ya gotta backpack
Watch it when ya walk past
What cha gonna do with all that
Ooh you gotta backpack
Damn I gotta backtrack
Watch it when ya walk past
[Pitbull:]
Eeeeeeeeeyyyyyoooooooo!
She got that Badonk-a, Donk-A, Donk-A, Donk-A, Donk
She got that junk in the trunk
That think so big like an old school Chevy
Seven-Trey Donk and I wanna slam dunk it
Damn that thang chunky
I'm here to jack that ass cuz she got that donkey
I wanna play monkey in the middle you get the riddle
Freaky raunchy and I get funky
I'm here to hit a lick what you think?
Roll a joint pour the drink
Baby girl don't blink
I wanna hit that backpack from the back in the back of the 'Lac
Let's ride!
Whoo!
Her booty fat
Her waist skinny
She West Indie
She my little Trini
She like to wind it and wind it
While I jump behind it and grind it
[TAG:]
How did you fit in all that
All of that bag in that pack?
Come put that back in my lap
Baby make me happy
Make it clap
Ooh ya gotta backpack
Damn ya gotta backpack
Watch it when ya walk past
What cha gonna do with all that
[Pitbull:]
It's Mr. Worldwide
Take a shot, mami open wide
It's Mr. Worldwide
Take a shot, mami open wide
It's Mr. Worldwide
Take a shot, mami open wide
It's Mr. Worldwide
Take a shot, mami open wide
Bojangles (Remix) lyrics - Pitbull (feat. Ying Yang Twins & Lil Jon)
[Pitbull & Lil' Jon:]
Baby work it out, baby baby work it out (Hey!)
Pequeno Juan (Yeah!)
Oh you killed it on this one dog
You see a girl that can shake tell her just like this
[Kaine:]
Jigga jigga call that girl bojangles
Jigga jigga call that girl bojangles
Jigga jigga call that girl bojangles
[Pitbull & Lil' Jon:]
The following is not a test DJ!
Bring it bring it back
Bring it bring it bring it back (Hey!)
Bring it bring it back
Bring it bring it bring it back (Hey!)
Bring it bring it back
Bring it bring it bring it back (Hey!)
The following is not a test, DJ!
Traemelo p'atras, trae traemelo p'atras (Hey!)
Traemelo p'atras, trae traemelo p'atras (Hey!)
Traemelo p'atras, trae traemelo p'atras (Hey!)
The following is not a test, DJ!
[Lil' Jon:]
Yeaaah!
[Pitbull:]
Pit', Lil' Jon and the Twins boy
We back one mo' again, back one mo' again
We gon' show you how to do do do it
Cause we don't skeet, skeet skeet skeet to it
Baby just move, I wanna take you to the champagne room
And do the bang bang boom
Mami no hay igual pitbull es un animal
Dame la cabeza que yo te voy a bautizar
Beep beep, freek freek skeet skeet
Call your girls over they can't have front row seats
To the world dance
I'mma make this womens nervous around their girlfriends
I like to...
[Pitbull & Lil' Jon:]
Lick it Lick it Lick it Lick it
I like that (Uh)
Lick it Lick it Lick it Lick it
We like that (Uh)
Lick it Lick it Lick it Lick it
They like that (Uh)
Lick it Lick it Lick it Lick it DJ!
Bring it bring it back
Bring it bring it bring it back (Hey!)
Bring it bring it back
Bring it bring it bring it back (Hey!)
Bring it bring it back
Bring it bring it bring it back (Hey!)
The following is not a test, DJ!
Traemelo p'atras, trae traemelo p'atras (Hey!)
Traemelo p'atras, trae traemelo p'atras (Hey!)
Traemelo p'atras, trae traemelo p'atras (Hey!)
The following is not a test, DJ!
[Kaine:]
Fine, bitch, swoll, juicy
Jiga jiga jiga jiga, "Ms. New Booty"
Hop to the light wanna fuck like to do it
Project hoes to the first to be recruited
Pole gotta bout it, bitch betta us it
Make that ass to the floor to the mothafuckin' brewsit
Hoes make the money to the mothefuckin' music
Ying Yang gon' big better bitch choose it
You got that young tipper, you can't cross that
You pay for the pussy, you can toss that
Jiga jiga jiga
Jiga jiga jiga
Got that nigga in the club just lookin' at
[Pitbull & Lil' Jon:]
Lick it Lick it Lick it Lick it
I like that (Uh)
Lick it Lick it Lick it Lick it
We like that (Uh)
Lick it Lick it Lick it Lick it
They like that (Uh)
Lick it Lick it Lick it Lick it DJ!
Bring it bring it back
Bring it bring it bring it back (Hey!)
Bring it bring it back
Bring it bring it bring it back (Hey!)
Bring it bring it back
Bring it bring it bring it back (Hey!)
The following is not a test, DJ!
Traemelo p'atras, trae traemelo p'atras (Hey!)
Traemelo p'atras, trae traemelo p'atras (Hey!)
Traemelo p'atras, trae traemelo p'atras (Hey!)
The following is not a test, DJ!
[Lil' Jon:]
Break it down!
[D-Roc:]
And the girls show 'em love to the thug
Jiga jiga jiga jiga
Call that "Girls'R'Us", like "Toys'R'Us"
They're my toy
And I go to the strip club to play wit my toys
Drop! Bring it back club then...
Drop! Put ya humps bring it back to the right (yea)
Shake that ass like a tambourine
Work that ass round and round like a wash machine
Get low, low low
Don't stop to your booty hit the floor, so
Bring it back up and do it (do it)
Shake that big ol' booty! (booty!)
[Pitbull & Lil' Jon:]
Lick it Lick it Lick it Lick it
I like that (Uh)
Lick it Lick it Lick it Lick it
We like that (Uh)
Lick it Lick it Lick it Lick it
They like that (Uh)
Lick it Lick it Lick it Lick it DJ!
Bring it bring it back
Bring it bring it bring it back (Hey!)
Bring it bring it back
Bring it bring it bring it back (Hey!)
Bring it bring it back
Bring it bring it bring it back (Hey!)
The following is not a test, DJ!
Traemelo p'atras, trae traemelo p'atras (Hey!)
Traemelo p'atras, trae traemelo p'atras (Hey!)
Traemelo p'atras, trae traemelo p'atras (Hey!)
The following is not a test, DJ!
[Pitbull & Lil' Jon:]
Baby work it out Baby Baby work it out (work it out)
Baby work it out Baby Baby work it out (work it out)
Baby work it out Baby Baby work it out (work it out)
If you see a girl that can shake tell her just like this
Baby take it down Baby Baby take it down (take it down)
Baby take it down Baby Baby take it down (take it down)
Baby take it down Baby Baby take it down (take it down)
If you see a girl that can shake tell her just like this
Baby turn around Baby Baby turn around (turn around)
Baby turn around Baby Baby turn around (turn around)
Baby turn around Baby Baby turn around (turn around)
Girl you know what I like to do, I like ta
[Pitbull & Lil' Jon:]
Lick it Lick it Lick it Lick it
We like that (Uh)
Lick it Lick it Lick it Lick it
They like that (Uh)
Lick it Lick it Lick it Lick it DJ!
Lick it Lick it Lick it Lick it
The what (Uh)
Bring it bring it back
Bring it bring it bring it back (Hey!)
Bring it bring it back
Bring it bring it bring it back (Hey!)
Bring it bring it back
Bring it bring it bring it back (Hey!)
The following is not a test, DJ!
Traemelo p'atras, trae traemelo p'atras (Hey!)
Traemelo p'atras, trae traemelo p'atras (Hey!)
Traemelo p'atras, trae traemelo p'atras (Hey!)
The following is not a test, DJ!
[Pitbull:]
Tremenda formida
Tremendo information
Tremendo party pa' que le chepa
If you don't know her name it's cool call her this
Jigga jigga call that girl bojangles
Jigga jigga call that girl bojangles
Jigga jigga call that girl bojangles
Borracha (Pero Buena Muchacha) lyrics - Vikina, Pitbull & IAmChino
Mr. Worldwide
Esto es para toda las mujers que se portan bien bien mal (Chino)
Esto es para toda las mujers que se portan bien bien mal
Eeeeeeyooooo
Borracha (Borracha)
Pero Buena Muchacha (Buena Muchacha)
She's a good girl that likes to drink and party, party all night (All night long)
Borracha (Borracha)
Pero Buena Muchacha (Buena Muchacha)
She's a good girl that likes to drink and party, party all night (All night long)
Eeeeeeyooooo
Ella trabaja todo el dia pa tomarse un tragito con su amiga happy hour
One drink two shots she's starting to get hot
Three shots four drinks she's starting to get lit
She's starting to get loose she's looking for some trouble
I'm looking for some too
Mami Dale que tu puedes
Esto se queda no importa lo que sucede Muah
Borracha (Borracha)
Pero Buena Muchacha (Buena Muchacha)
She's a good girl that likes to drink and party, party all night (All night long)
Borracha (Borracha)
Pero Buena Muchacha (Buena Muchacha)
She's a good girl that likes to drink and party, party all night (All night long)
Vikina
A mi me gusta que te acerque a mi cadera
Y esa mirada que me dice que esta buena
Buena Buena tu sabes que yo estoy dura
Y en la cama quiere hacerme mil locuras
Asi que ganate mi confianza
Si no te vas a morir de la esperanza
Nina buena pero cuando esta borracha
La loteria te sacaste de muchacha
Borracha (Borracha)
Pero Buena Muchacha (Buena Muchacha)
She's a good girl that likes to drink and party, party all night (All night long)
Borracha (Borracha)
Pero Buena Muchacha (Buena Muchacha)
She's a good girl that likes to drink and party, party all night (All night long)
IAmChino
Prende la weed
Ella esta winning winning winning winning winning winning winning
Ayer la vi con la espanita y la voli tomando bien chillin
Sube un video y todos le dan
Like like like like Like Like
La mas dura en el instragm cuando le dan
Like like like like Like Like
Woooooooo
Borracha (Borracha)
Pero Buena Muchacha (Buena Muchacha)
She's a good girl that likes to drink and party, party all night (All night long)
Borracha (Borracha)
Pero Buena Muchacha (Buena Muchacha)
She's a good girl that likes to drink and party, party all night (All night long)
Na Na Na Na Na (The Most Winning)
We winning
Vikina
Pitbull
Cosita Linda lyrics - Jencarlos & Pitbull
Después de la fiesta
Es el after party and
Después del party
Es el hotel lobby and
Después del Voli, Espanita shots
That's right
Jencarlos
Mr. Worldwide, that's right
Mami you can play goalie
That's alright
Cause' we both know who's gonna score tonight
Si mami es verdad, yo soy un lobo
Me vas a dar un beso o te lo robo (jajaja)
Ese lunar que tienes junto a tu boca
No se lo des a nadie cosita linda que a mí me toca
Ay ese lunar que tienes junto a tu boca
No se lo des a nadie cosita linda que a mí me toca
Ohhhhhh na na na na eh
No se lo des a nadie cosita linda que a mí me toca
Ohhhhhh na na na na eh (na na eh)
No se lo des a nadie cosita linda que a mí me toca
Eeeeeeeyoooooo
Aquí hay fiesta party gozadora
Tráeme las todas blancas chinas y negras
Invita a too' el mundo asta tu suegra
Estoy jugando papo no es pa tanto
Deja la foto, video y teléfono
Esta noche hay locura en este GoGo
Dale loca quítate la ropa
La cosa esta caliente en esta sopa
Choqua
Y todo lo tuyo es pa mi pa mi pa mi
Yo te doy lo que tú quieras
Y todo lo mío es Pa ti Pa ti Pa ti
Y lo hacemos a tu manera
Ese lunar que tienes junto a tu boca
No se lo des a nadie cosita linda que a mí me toca
Ay ese lunar que tienes junto a tu boca
No se lo des a nadie cosita linda que a mí me toca
Ohhhhhh na na na na eh (na na eh)
No se lo des a nadie cosita linda que a mí me toca
Ohhhhhh na na na na eh (na na eh)
No se lo des a nadie cosita linda que a mí me toca
Échale canela (échale)
Mauro
Tenemos al mundo bailan
Que ricoooo
Yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh
Ohhhhh
Dame Tu Cosita (Remix) lyrics - El Chombo, Pitbull & Karol G (feat. Cutty Ranks)
Hah, bienvenidos a la cripta
Mister Worldwide
Todas las mujeres con las manos p'arriba
Todas las mujeres con las manos p'arriba
Boricua, colombiana, cubana, dominicana, venezolana
Panameña, mexicana, blanquita, morena, canela, candela
Dame tu cosita, ah, ah
Dame tu cosita, ah, ¡ay!
Dame tu cosita, ah, ah
Dame tu cosita, ah, baby, give it to me
Whippin' this on casa campo, yo soy el diablo, Romeo el santo
Mister 305, Mister Worldwide
All my business partners they call me Armando (Armando)
Vamos pa' Caleta, es la grasa, bailando, gozando, acabando
Beauty schools around the world
Then if you got a question, ask Fernando
Dale mamita, tú 'tá rica, dame tu cosita, mmm
Dale loquita, tú 'tá rica, dame tu cosita, mmm
Dame tu cosita, ah, ah
Dame tu cosita, ah, ¡ay!
Dame tu cosita, ah, ah
Dame tu cosita, ah, give it to me
Dame tu cosita, ah, ah
Dame tu cosita, ah, ¡ay!
Dame tu cosita, ah, ah
(Múevete para aquí, muévete para allá)
Cosita
¡Ay!
Cosita
Me mira y me dice "Qué rico, qué linda", que me mueva
Y que la baile solo a él en la pista
Que el Dj le de play a los cuentos de la penca
Que ahora el Chombo dicen "dame tu cosita"
Llegaron los latinos, los griegos, los chinos
Caribeños, africanos y de Estados Unidos
To' el mundo anda pega'o bailando este remix
Karol G obviamente se pegó (¡ay!)
Dame tu cosita, ah, ah
Dame tu cosita, ah, ¡ay!
Dame tu cosita, ah, ah
Dame tu cosita, ah, ¡ay!, give it to me
Cosita
¡Ay!
Cosita
If you get money, put your hands to the sky
A ella le gusta dinero, dinero
Dale más dinero
A ella le gusta dinero, dinero
Dale más dinero
Dame tu cosita, ah, ah
Dame tu cosita, ah, ¡ay!
Dame tu cosita, ah, ah
Dame tu cosita, ah, ¡ay!, give it to me
Dame tu cosita, ah, ah
Dame tu cosita, ah, ¡ay!
Dame tu cosita, ah, ah
(Muévete para aquí, muévete para allá)
Dame tu cosita
Ah, cosita (¡ay!)
Dame tu cosita
Ah, cosita (give it to me)
Dame tu cosita, ah, ah
Dame tu cosita, ah, ¡ay!
Dame tu cosita, ah, ah
Dame tu cosita
Dammit Man (Remix) lyrics - Pitbull (feat. Lil' Flip)
Dammit man (Jim Johnson), D-D-Dammit man
(Pitbull) D-D-Dammit man, D-D-Dammit man
Dammit man (Jim Johnson), D-D-Dammit man
(Pitbull) D-D-Dammit man, D-D-Dammit man
[Hook:]
When you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man! (Dammit man!) [x4]
(What? Fuck with us, what)
Y'all really can't fuck with us
(Fuck with us, what)
Y'all really can't fuck with us
(Fuck with us, what)
Y'all really can't fuck with us
(Fuck with us, what)
Y'all really can't fuck with us
Y'all really can't fuck with us
[Pitbull:]
This like mother nature
I really don't give a fuck
We can do it in the club
We can do it outside
We can do it right now what
Little buddie easie up
Please don't cross me like Jesus
I ain't got nothing to prove
As a matter fact I done proved everybody wrong yes sir
Only chico in the south yes sir that's putting it down yes sir
That would be me P.I.T. yes sir
Its all supply and demand
Me I supply the demand
I understand that y'all wanna be me cause I am the man
Mommie threw me on my back and I was like I was like dammit man
Then she jump on my mouth and I was like I was like Hum hum hum hum
One mo-gin
Mommie threw me on my back and I was like I was like dammit man
Then she jump on my mouth and I was like I was like Hum hum hum hum
Dam Jimmie I wish you were here now
Rest in peace to that chico name Screw
Thanks for believing in me this ones for you
[Hook]
[Lil' Flip:]
Yep yep
When I pull up they like dammit man
In that black Phantum man
Cause they can't stand it man
Chain 200 grand
Watch with matchin band
I'm rockin 3 clovas (Why?)
I'm from clova land
I'm drinkin grey goose
You drinkin redbull
I hang with Zero
I roll with Pitbull
28 we tip on
Candy paint we drip wet
I be in New York with Killa Cam and Dip Set
I'm packin2 bangers the other rapper ain't gangsta (Why?)
You had to say my name and you still ain't famous (Dam)
Clover G's don't take no shit we bake them bitches to come up
Keep runnin you lip my gun on my hip so don't run up
Creepin on a come up
With million dollar shoe deal
Old cars with new wheels
Yellow rocks in blue steal
You know Lil Flip got skills
You know Lil Flip got mills
You can ask B.E.T how the fuck I live
They know I'm rich as fuck
So nuck if you buck
Cause down in Houston Texas
We jammit screwed up
We riddin 84's and we also poppin trunk
[Hook]
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
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