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Pitbull
Pitbull


Background information
Born January 15, 1981
Born place Miami, Florida, United States
Genre(s) Hip-hop
Reggaeton
Years active 1997—present
Label(s) J Records
Associated acts DJ Khaled
Bun B
Lil Jon
Twista
DJ Laz
Trick Daddy
Website Website



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Pitbull Album


Money Is Still A Major Issue (11/15/2005)
11/15/2005
1.
2.
Rah Rah
3.
4.
Culo Remix
5.
6.
Turnin Me On Remix
7.
8.
9.
Might Be the Polic
10.
Who U Rollin' With
11.
12.
13.
. . .



(feat. Pretty Ricky)

(Oh oh oh oh) pretty ricky and the mavericks. And chico Pitbull!
MIA (yeah)
MIA (yeah)
we gone kill them in the club wit this one, tear tha club tha fuck up (RAH!)
we gone kill them in the club wit this one, tear tha club tha fuck up(RAH!)
we gone kill them in the club wit this one, tear tha club tha fuck up (RAH!)
we gone kill them in the club wit this one, tear the club the fuck up (RAH!)
them boys ride(them boys ride)
them boys ride(them boys ride)
them boys ride(them boys ride)
everybody get up
them boys ride (them boys ride)
them boys ride (them boys ride)
them boys ride (them boys ride)
everybody get up
watchu know about tha
baby blu be ya old skool mac
ask some of these haters in tha back
I'ma mack yall, stay back
spit fire like a loaded gak
bim down like a baseball bat
drop bombs like a quarter back


. . .

Rah Rah

[No lyrics]

. . .



[chorus]
shake shake just shake shake
just shake shake
just shake chica shake shake
shake shake just shake shake
just shake shake
just shake chica shake shake

mentirosa
mentirosa
mentirosa
mentirosa
dale juevo
dale juevo

[verse 1]
up in the club
fuck VIP
P to the I...I to the T
Ying to the Yang
Up in this thang
D to the roc
my Nigga Kaine
up in the cut
pouring it up
rolling it up
holding it up
Ain't her breast swollen or what?
yes sir yes sir
oh we gonna take it back like theives and foes
nasty as I wanna be
that makes me 2 live for your crew
hoe get down get low
I'm crossin these mammas like tic tac toe
Let's ride let's go
get loose get crunk get drunk get blown
thats right let's roll
MIA ATL fo sho

[chorus]
shake shake just shake shake
just shake shake
just shake chica shake shake
shake shake just shake shake
just shake shake
just shake chica shake shake

mentirosa
mentirosa
mentirosa
mentirosa
dale juevo
dale juevo

that ho's fine but but but but this one's a killa
that ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa
that ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa
that ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa

[verse 2]
all the lil mamas all around the world
shake that ass if you a nasty girl
back that ass up says juvenile
show a nigga some tities like girls gone wild
tear off this clip of clothes, I wanna see you in the nude
you can keep on your high heel shoes
so follow me down to yellow brick road
where niggaz go to see naked hoes
shake that shit bitch
and be off in the club with a hard ass dick
then drop like this bitch
if you wanna make the money shawty work that shit
put a hump in your back
and lick it raw
to a 3 point stance
but you mess up yo ass
you must be on that kanye work out plan
like head shoulder knees hoes

[chorus]
shake shake just shake shake
just shake shake
just shake chica shake shake
shake shake just shake shake
just shake shake
just shake chica shake shake

mentirosa
mentirosa
mentirosa
mentirosa
dale juevo
dale juevo

that ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa
that ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa
that ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa
that ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa

[verse 3]
take 'em out in cruise
take 'em out all dressed
is the realest true niggaz in the ATL
yeah we break it down betta shake a booty hoe
and them hoes and the girl with the real tight clothes
one time for the gang with the ying yang twins
we already know we off the reel
dont tolerate that talkin
bitch you can get the walkin
patrollers is where I'm groaking
the only way that we are talkin
if your breath smells like mine
girl don't give a fuck cause you fine
I diss 'em fo I kiss 'em
I pack 'em fo I stack 'em
so while we in the club betta get these girls
cause on the streets there ain't no action

[chorus]
shake shake just shake shake
just shake shake
just shake chica shake shake
shake shake just shake shake
just shake shake
just shake chica shake shake

mentirosa
mentirosa
mentirosa
mentirosa
dale juevo
dale juevo

that ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa
that ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa
that ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa
that ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa


. . .

Culo Remix

[No lyrics]

. . .



Yo he tenido mil amores pero como tu...
(Master Joe!)
Ninguna como tu...
(O.G.!)
Que me bese igual que tu...
(Pitbull!)
Nadie...
(Jajajaa!)

Yo he tenido mil amores pero como tu...
(Latino!!)
Ninguna como tu...
(Pon la mano arriba!)
Que me bese igual que tu...
(A bailar! Dale!)
Nadie...
(Re-Mix!!!)

Mami, tu me vuelves loco
Al punto que yo siempre estoy pensando en nosotros
En nosotros
Quiero hacer las cosas que te hacen
Contenta, tu eres
Mi reina
Mi sol, mi mundo, mi amor
Mi amor, mi amor

Baby you want it
I give it to you, you need it
I've got it for you
The thing is that I adore you
I knew the first time I saw you
That you were the missin piece on my life (jajaja!)
No papers but you still my wife
That's right!

Mira, mira
Mira mi amor
Te quiero
Mira, mira mi amor
Te adoro
Mira, mira mi amor
Te amo
Mira, mira mi amor
Te quiero
Mira, mira mi amor
Te adoro
Mira, mira mi amor
Te amo
Mira, mira mi amor
Vamo', vamo'!

Vamo' pa abajo (pa' abajo)
Pa' arriba (pa' arriba)
Vamo' pa' lante (pa' alante)
Vamo' pa' atras (pa' atra)
Yo he tenido mil amores
Pero como tu
Ninguna como tu
That's all makes me love you!

OG Black y el Master Joe!

[Chorus]
Yo he tenido mil amores pero como tu...
Ninguna como tu...
Que me bese igual que tu...
Nadie...

Y esto no se resuelve hablando ni con pistola
Yo a ti no puedo sacarte de la chola
Yo estoy solo
Pero no se si ella esta sola
Vamo' a echarle ron a la chambola
Si no resuelve, el tiempo lo disuelve
Formemos un party encendido pa' ver si vuelve
Dile que me observe
Y que me conserve
Sabe que conmigo toa la noche hara full server
Que me responda, que agarre la onda
Yo lo que quiero es que vayemos a otra ronda
Que se disponga, que no se me esconda
Que si nos vemos toy seguro que se monta
Dile que conmigo nunca le dio de una monga
Nos bebimos un cuarto de mama-juana en caorda
Al que le caiga el sello que se lo ponga
Tan molesto porque le saque la ronda

Lamacate
Lamacate
Lama
Lama
(Que me bese igual que tu...)
Lamacate...
(Nadie...)

Formemos un party encendido pa' ver si vuelve (Rep. 8x)

[Chorus]

Bachateo!
Bachateo!
O.G.! Black!
Master Joe!
En la sazon..
El _______ Wolf Hammer!
Merce', Merce'!
Marroneo!
Bachateo!
Marroneo!
El de San Cristobal!
Eazy Beat!
Aqui es que estamos lo que somos!
Eazy Beat!
Los k-Becillas




. . .

Turnin Me On Remix

[No lyrics]

. . .



[Intro: Bay-C]
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!

[T.O.K.:]
T-O-K T-O-K T-O-K T-O-K T-O-K T-O-K T-O-K T-O-K HEY!!!!
T-O-K T-O-K T-O-K T-O-K T-O-K T-O-K T-O-K T-O-K

[Chorus: Flexx]
She's hot, she's blazin everybody wants her name and
I got to get her home with me tonight
She's hot, she's blazin everybody wants her name and
I got to get that girl in my life

[Verse 1: Bay-C]
Poppa poppa poppa toppa toppa toppa
Look how di gal deh look good and look proppa proppa
Mi a gi har every dime every coppa coppa
Just fi have har a sidung pon mi lappa lappa
She man a call toppa toppa
Crem del a crem cream a di croppa croppa
Some seh dem hot but she hotta hotta
Mek mi stu...stutta stutta

[Chorus: Flexx]
She's hot, she's blazin everybody wants her name and
I got to get her home with me tonight
She's hot, she's blazin everybody wants her name and
I got to get that girl in my life

[Pitbull:]
Mamita tu vuelves a cualquier loco cuando tu lo mueves,
mamita tu sabes que tu puedes llevarlo pa' bajo
y el que no le guste que se vaya pal carajo,
Pitbull es el mago
I hicth and dissapear, mami call me, rich a gear,
is this cause I want a prety woman yeah, prety woman here
prety woman there many woman many woman anywoman anywhere
guess what I known for, TOK and Pitbull
what else can you ask for, international playa boddie just take the passports
anytime anyplace anywhere we don't care, devola what's I wanna
all the mamis with the little shorts, go in front, and with the little perp show me what I want
step back and push it baby, you already know what it is and how we go, so come on let's go

[Chorus: Flexx]
She's hot, she's blazin ecerybody wants her name and
I got to get her home with me tonight
She's hot, she's blazin ecerybody wants her name and
I got to get that girl in my life

[Verse 2: Alexx]
Come on baby won't you let me show my love for you
With all my heart there's nothing in the world I wouldn't do
When I saw you had to find the perfect words to say
(Craigy T: Yo yo yo!)
And I'll do anything girl that you ask to come my way

[Craigy T:]
Kiss my neck a how one gal a so gorgeous
Haffi get yuh body baby girl it is a must
Haffi get yuh body could a huff yuh could a puff
Yuh could a wine yuh could a bluff
Yuh could a fuss yuh could a buss
Gal, yuh a di goody goody goody girl trust
Bring yuh body come before mi pants front buss
When time yuh pass yuh left mi tempted to touch
Mi waan fi rev a rev a rev it out like mi lexus gal

[Chorus: Flexx]
She's hot, she's blazin ecerybody wants her name and
I got to get her home with me tonight
She's hot, she's blazin ecerybody wants her name and
I got to get that girl in my life

[T.O.K.:]
T-O-K T-O-K T-O-K T-O-K T-O-K T-O-K T-O-K T-O-K HEY!!!!
T-O-K T-O-K T-O-K T-O-K T-O-K T-O-K T-O-K T-O-K




. . .


f/ Rich Boy

When the boys get to poppin
This is the remix (3X)

[Chorus]
When the boys get to poppin
Get get down
Get get get get get down
Get get get get get down

[Pitbull]
Get, get get get get get down
For these choppas spit spit spit spit spit spit rounds
Uptown outa state sha shake sha shake it down
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 scandle
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

[Chorus]

(Rich Boy)
...........
The Bentleys, the cars the stars that we bout it
The players the pimmps the bitchs they be callin
Microphone check 1, 2
.........
I shut the whole block down like motherfuckin P D
Wanna be me the feins come and see me
Cocain rock the block is hot
..........
But I ain't even trippin off them trick ass niggaz
But y'all motherfuckin ain't hittin off the cock
Brokeass niggaz
Joke as niggaz
Mess around and be little a 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
You know we in yo hood

[Chorus]
When the boys get to poppin
Get get down
Get get get get get down
Get get get get get down

[Rich Boy]
When the boys pillin
Them boys pillin
Up in the hood them boys pillin
Im cold put ya sweater on llike that Charlie Brown
I got enough round to lay the whole place down
For the 5 thousand dollar drop
40 thousand dollar drop
3 million dollar spot
1, 2 it don't stop
Get your money hustle up
Bubble 10 double up
You never
Like a squirrel tryin to get a nut
From top to bottom
Them hoes we gottem
Them S V I Don't know who shot em
Them snitch ass niggaz
Mess around and get ya as killed lil nigga

. . .

Might Be the Polic

[No lyrics]

. . .

Who U Rollin' With

[No lyrics]

. . .


f/ Lil' Flip

Da the da dammit man (8X)

[Chorus]
When you see them boys round ya way holla dammit man (4X)
Yall can't mess with us
Yall can't play with us
Yall can't mess with us
Yall can't play 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

[Chorus]

[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 Im 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

. . .


Mr. Perez
Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth
And nothin' but the truth, so help you God?
Fuck you, Honor

Pitt is back for another one
This time he's back harder, stronger and and
And a little more troublesome

Double the guns, guns
Double the funds, funds
Double the bitches, bitches
Double the fun, fun

We can take it to the North, then bring it to the South, the dirty, dirty
Where they got them choppers, choppers and them 30, 30s
You can be a hell of an elephant, nigga
You ain't gotta be intelligent to see that's irrelevant, nigga

Size and shit when they firing clips
You ain't a thug or a gangsta, stop lyin' you bitch
I see you study 2Pac like a history lesson
His murder was a mystery that made history bridgin' but

No matter how much juice he had, when it came to the law
He got no poetic justice, that's the truth dawg
The what? That's the truth dawg
Truth hurts, but, but, but that's the truth dawg

Oh, oh no he didn't
Oh, oh yes he did
Oh, oh no he didn't
Yes he did, yes he did

Oh, oh no he didn't
Oh, oh yes he did
Oh, oh no he didn't
Yes he did, yes he did

Oh, oh no I didn't
Oh, oh yes I did
C-U-B-O gonna rip it up
Y'all don't want that extra clip

I'm from Miami, man, pretty some y'all understand
Understand I'm the man, move them thangs hand to hand
I open shop, shop, takeover yo block, block
Pull up on that thang slow, everybody stop, stop

I'm a stunna, baby
Hustla, baby get it, baby take it, baby
Drive 'em crazy
Now really, have you see me lately?

There he comes, there he goes
Where he flows, people know
He gon' blow
He been talking get, get, get, get that dough

Y'all hear that blocka, blocka
So call the doctor, doctor
I deal what I deal
When the bottom talk, the choppers chopper

So get ready for Cubo, 'cause they say he gon' blow
Get, get ready for what? Get ready for Cubo
So get ready for Cubo, 'cause they say he gon' blow
Get, get ready for what? Get ready for Cubo

Oh, oh no he didn't
Oh, oh yes he did
Oh, oh no he didn't
Yes he did, yes he did

Oh, oh no he didn't
Oh, oh yes he did
Oh, oh no he didn't
Yes he did, yes he did

Verse two, don't make me flip out, turn around and hurt you
I ain't the violent type, I'm a nice guy
Light skin, light eyes
Who dreamed of a totally, totally different type of American sliced pie

Two point one seven eight, exact weight
If it's that raw like the South, here to turn base
If ya smart when you see that murder, turn yo' face
Fuck DNA bitch, nigga we'll burn the place

If ya don't see me at the crib
Mean I'm on the road, puttin' food on the table for my kids
All my hungry hustlas made it stick to your ribs
Ain't too many hustlas that can do what I did

I stay on my grizzle fo' shizzle, fo' shizzle
Thanks to my nizzle little jizzle, I'm off them hizzle fo' shizzle
The what? That's the truth dawg
Truth hurts, but, but, but that's the truth dawg

Oh, oh no he didn't
Oh, oh yes he did
Oh, oh no he didn't
Yes he did, yes he did

Oh, oh no he didn't
Oh, oh yes he did
Oh, oh no he didn't
Yes he did, yes he did

. . .


f/ Kardinal Offishall, Lil' Jon, Mr. Vegas, Red Rat, T.O.K. & Wayne Marshall

[Intro: Pitbull] (Lil' Jon) (*Mr. Vegas)
Oye Loca! Ven pa'ca! Oye Loca! Ven pa'ca! (*This is Mr. Vegas! Lil Jon!)
(WHAT!!!)
Muevelo, muevelo, sin parar! Muevelo, muevelo, sin parar! (What you say now!!!)

[Verse 1: Mr. Vegas] (Lil' Jon) (*Pitbull)
They think I'm in Mexico, some think I'm in Puerto Rico (Yeah!!!)
They wanna find me so, there searchin high and low (Let's go!!!)
All a mi friends waan know weh mi deh
Dem tink seh a New York mi deh
All a di girls waan know weh mi deh, dem tink seh mi deh a Miami
Jamaica waan know weh mi deh (*Toma) some a dem all a see mi run wey (*Toma)
Mi baby modda waan know weh mi deh, she tink mi next gal a mi deh

[Chorus: Mr. Vegas]
But I'm in Constant Spring, doin di Oh My Swing
I'm in Brooklyn, just Willie Bouncin
Dung inna yard and farin, just a bare a hot ting
Unda mi Ginseng, A Government and ting

[Verse 2: Mr. Vegas] (Lil' Jon)
Mr. Vegas nuh trouble nobody, dem a trouble trouble if dem trouble mi
Inna di club mi and mi friend Agony, a drink Cranberryand Hennessy (OK!!!)
Lil' Jon pon di turntables, and mi gone fi mash dem able
Now Willie Bounce on di counter, table
Now Oh My Swing a likkle pon di table
Everybody just gwaan do yuh ting (Let's go!) Everybody do di Oh My Swing
Everybody just gwaan do yuh ting, watch di people dem a Willie Bouncin

[Chorus: Mr. Vegas]
Dung inna Constant Spring, doin di Oh My Swing
I'm in Brooklyn, just Willie Bouncin
Dung inna yard and farin, just a bare a hot ting
Unda mi Ginseng, A Government and ting

[Verse 3: Wayne Marshall] (Lil' Jon)
Just let it go, get crunked dance stomp on the dancefloor
Music galore, and when you hear this so you wanna move some more
Never heard before, Hip Hop, Government how the dance so short
Can't get ignored, Lil' Jon, Wayne Marshall sell out tours
From mi step up inna club Jon know mi zone out
Three case of Crunk Juice have mi zone out
Mi baby intact but mi head zone out, everybody gettin a, mad mad
No doubt no doubt dat's weh yuh talkin about
Di vibes weh mi feel is a hearty amount
Di girls dem revealin walkin about
I need one of di girls to come to come to
Get low get dirty on di dancefloor
Shake it fast and do it slow mo', shake shake yuh body girl shake shake yuh body
girl
Ahhhhhhh!!!! Hey hey hey a break it down
Oh oh oh, everybody in di party say
Oh oh oh, ladies move yuh body yeah (What you say now!)
Oh oh oh, we enjoyin that party (WHAT!!!)
These ladies gettin horny, and yo were feelin horny, yeah

[Chorus: Red Rat] (Lil' Jon) (*Pitbull)
Mix di dancehall wid ATL fun, mix di Hennessy wid di Hygrade skunk
Mi ready fi see di girls wid di junk in di trunk
Shake dat ass wid di dancehall crunked
We nuh run from girls cau none a we nuh punk (*Toma)
We look fi di girls wid di junk in di trunk (*Toma)
You ain't no nun girl I ain't no monk, so shake dat ass wid di dancehall crunked
This beat guaranteed to make you jump
Tun up di volume mek di speaker thump
Pon di dancefloor we a grind and a pump
So shake dat ass wid di dancehall crunked
Yard man feel pon Steamfish and Conch
So yuh know seh mi bat a bruise di gal dem lungs
Drink some a this girl yuh must get dat drunk
Shake dat ass wid di dancehall crunked

[Verse 4: Red Rat] (Lil' Jon) (*Pitbull)
Wine down down down waistline go 'round and 'round
Make your booty pop tic toc girlfriend go up and down
Make your booty pound let'sgo and all around
So drop it like it's hot when you hear the bassline sond (A let's go!!!)
If yuh can split then split, if yuh can wine girlfriend just dip (*Toma)
Move yuh body like a snake girlfriend or like Aaliyah just move yuh hips (*Toma)
Go fi a pour and juice we a sip, hold on, get up nobody fi a sip (*Toma)
Girl mi a squeeze up yuh tits yuh a feel up mi dick
Get crunk all night cause sweat a fi a drip (Yeah!)

[Chorus: Red Rat] (Lil' Jon) (*Pitbull)
Mix di dancehall wid ATL fun, mix di Hennessy wid di Hygrade skunk
Mi ready fi see di girls wid di junk in di trunk
Shake dat ass wid di dancehall crunked
We nuh run from girls cau none a we nuh punk (*Toma)
We look fi di girls wid di junk in di trunk (*Toma)
You ain't no nun girl I ain't no monk, so shake dat ass wid di dancehall crunked
This beat guaranteed to make you jump
Tun up di volume mek di speaker thump
Pon di dancefloor we a grind and a pump
So shake dat ass wid di dancehall crunked
Yard man feel pon Steamfish and Conch
So yuh know seh mi bat a bruise di gal dem lungs
Drink some a this girl yuh must get dat drunk
Shake dat ass wid di dancehall crunked

[Chorus: Craigy T] (Bay-C)
So fresh so clean, when we step inna di club we look lean
(Don't disrespect) Seen!!! (Cau) Man a, man a, the dappa
So fresh so clean, when we step inna di club we look lean
(Don't disrespect) Seen!!! (Cau) Man a, man a, man a dappa

[Verse 5: Bay-C] (Lil' Jon)
Dappa dappa, dat mean toppa toppa
Bwoy disrespect and him get alot a coppa (WHAT!!!)
Dem should a know seh machine we nuh lock a chat tuff and yuh head a roll pon di
ground like socca
Dat mek yuh dance mek yuh weddy weddy jiggy jiggy and chaka chaka (Oh!)
Yuh see di Diamonds like Macka, numba one stunna, numba one shotta

[Chorus: Craigy T] (Bay-C) (*Lil' Jon)
So fresh so clean, when we step inna di club we look lean
(Don't disrespect) Seen!!! (Cau) Man a, man a, the dappa
So fresh so clean, when we step inna di club we look lean
(Don't disrespect) Seen!!! (Cau) Man a, man a, man a dappa

[Verse 6: Craigy T] (Lil' Jon)
Don daddawe nuh tek tuff chatta, anybwoy test dead famuly nuh matta (WHAT!!!)
Spend shell, have rot tat tat alotta, mek yuh bone marrow splatta and yuh chest
pain shotta (Yeah!)
Dem should a know seh we lock di town, and neva yuh tek rudebwoy fi clown
Show yuh respect when yuh come around, T dot O have di city locked down

[Verse 7: Kardinal Offishall] (*Lil' Jon)
Yuh see di man dem a bawl out (WUY!!!) yuh see di gal dem a scream out (WUY!!!)
Yuh see di man dem a bawl out (WUY!!!) yuh see di gal dem a scream out (WUY!!!)
Yuh a tek people fool then I ain't nothin to play with much to lay with
Rudebwoys we nuh deal wid nuh fuckery yo
Nuh bodda gimme di story bout this is entertainment
Niggaz a (Bloop..bloop....bloop) leave you on the pavement
Man dem a try to be different and talkin the same shit
Same bitch same whip watch who I came with
Don man a walk we nuh skank inna dem step
We nuh skin we nuh grin we nuh shape we nuh step
See di bossman yah, wid di flag round yah
If yuh bettin against mi yuh loss round yah
I'm the motherfuckin thing and the source round yah
A nigga down plus he reppin for the crown round yah
Yuh see dat gal deh (Deal wid it fast) a man try punk yuh (Deal wid it fast)
Hey, a weh mi money deh (Deal wid it fast) Becau di man dem jump in and (Deal
wid it fast)
(What you say now!) If yuh see a next gal (Deal wid it fast) Before she waan
stick yuh (Deal wid it fast)
Niggaz tryin to get money (Deal wid it fast) Cause I'm comin to buss yo (Deal
wid it fast)

[Outro: Pitbull]
Oye Loca! Ven pa'ca! Oye Loca! Ven pa'ca!
Muevelo, muevelo, sin parar! Muevelo, muevelo, sin parar!

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