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in my ear
And if you don't eat pussy
Get the f**k out of here
They will call you to the telly and set yo ass up
I'll call the jack boyz
Come
cold smack up
One by one, cause ain't a damn thing changed
And seein me enforce is like watchin L.A. gangs
So check me out, hey, you just got done
By
This is my mother fucking house, eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch name Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
bilingual lingo
Liked by Hispanics, blacks and all you gringos
Yo lo mezclo, I mix it, ??? and fix it
Serve it up right so that you want to kick it
Spliff
what you call broads?
Felines in heat, meowing for some yawn balls
Now you and her done got to dranking
Oh now it's really crunk, cause y'all silly
n****z all dogs, then what you call broads?

Felines in heat, meowin' for some yawn balls
Now you and hear done got to drankin'
Oh now it's really
her I'm Charles Louboutin
The bitch fainted, pulled her panites down, stain it
That's my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm bi-lingual
Ball by myself nigga Ochocinco
her I'm Charles Louboutin
The bitch fainted, pulled her panites down, stain it
That's my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm bi-lingual
Ball by myself nigga Ochocinco
running
Just keep me coming
And I come running
Cause I'm your dog
Baby I'm your dog
So whenever you call
I come running

She's impressed by a fat
and Delaware
Philly never scared and them niggaz ain't timid there
Them young triggers lose lives by the minute there
It might start but the fight never finish
Mars
    Parachute Lyrics
    by Ja Rule
    Get High Lyrics
    by Akon
    Bon Bon (remix) Lyrics
    by Pitbull
    Like A Girl In Love Lyrics
[Pitbull]
Hey Jim Jones, 
Let's Show These Boys How It Really Goes Down 
Hey Lil Jon, 
U Know What We Tell These Boys When They Campin Out Wit
cut
Now they tall
Switch the rounds now what they call Pitbull
I see them in the club with the dime every time
Yeah that's right that's me...with
never feel right in a tie and suit
501s and a plain white tee 
I stay gettin' stopped by the LAPD
That's just life growin' up in south central
I been
Coolin in my crib, cold video dubbin
FBI wanted?  Huh, don't mean nuttin
They call that shit a crime?  Yo that shit's a joke
Hit record on my dope
pitbull back, let's spend some money on the elevator 

Your dog is bound to loose and have a funeral 

You can call landlords, injects on my rent checks
your mommy?
Call me stepdad or Uncle Johnny
Here’s a dollar don’t follow behind me
I gotta go bang out mom and auntie

I hunt lions, tigers, rare
Kimmel
In that pomegranate slam with the roof convert
Five stars under the skirts, call it famous footwork
That Cali is active when Lil' Keke got
Philly never scared and them niggaz ain't timid there
Them young triggers lose lives by the minute there
It might start but the fight never finish there
prouder
Pitbull, test a fire of gun powder.

Bright blue speck of light, cause from handstand
Dime in the jukebox, '65 Mustang
Pepsi Cola, palm tress,
the bricks
While I fly private jet out of town by a bitch

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Juvenile]
Tryin to be here to see my seeds, when they have they seeds
day one
Live by the gun, die by the gun
Got to stain, got to stay move your high to run up
Blocks or broad, pounds of marijuana
Mayz and chain, so you
Cameras in the lawn to spook a nigga out
Pitbulls in the backyard trained to kill
Call my folks up on the phone before I made a deal
I'm one step ahead
to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the corner
Call the coroner, niggas dead out here
Hangin' onto life by a thread out here
Them niggas wearin' all that red
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Crest side dough

Call me that dope track native
The chopper I gots to fade it
When jectors they hit your block