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the hood and we blowing on candy
Stay G'd up from my head to my feet
I was raised in the 3rd that's the heart of the streets
Saw death and crime for
on candy
Stay G'd up from my head to my feet
I was raised in the 3rd that's the heart of the streets
Saw death and crime for the first same time
Them
and Israel is his wife
Love you yes my G-d with all my heart my soul and my might
When I feel you by my side yes I'm flying like a kite
You open up my eyes
through masked up
And all my girls in the club working fa a dub
Work that pole and let them hoes know whats sup ummmm

[Chorus: x2 Pitbull]

[Trina:]
a singing gig

And we could buy a pitbull
And name him after harry
And we could be famous
Then we'll get married
Married

Well, baby doll, believe me
He's always G'd up, from head to toe
My memories as a young nigga
Always got it blown like Al Capone
Young nigga
He's the downest G I've ever known
the liquor tryna move his dick?

[Scales]
Now hold up; what? Stop; huh?
Somebody roll the weed up, feet up
V.I.P. lookin all G'd up, hair stay P'd up
Frightened by her own shadow 
Now she wants to go home 
Many names for one G-d 
Trotting on, through the facade 
You were all my children 
Got a dig for
to welcome y'all to where I been born, 
(ey Khaled spin that up dog!) 
I been raised
In the County of Dade, you know? 
You got them boys that pass by in
entered this country through the bottom of the united states and straight set up shop. As Arthur McDuffie was being beat to death by four white cops this
ride for the A
So fuck what you say
What you know about I-20 to 285
Got a fine atlanta bitch givin head in the ride
GD's up get yo GD's up in
by like "there he go" 
I fit the description, 
Black Tee an dickies, big glock wit me, 
Real Dade County Nigga! 
 
It's that little chico Pitbull
to welcome y'all to where I been born, 
(ey Khaled spin that up dog!) 
I been raised
In the County of Dade, you know? 
You got them boys that pass by in
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
you know
I been representin' my neighborhood.
G'd up every goddamned day
Puttin' it down foe the city of Inglewood.

And I ain't asked nobody for
speak to the hatas (they mad at me)
House got marble floors and escalators (they mad at me)
Stay G'd up sharp as a razor (they mad at me)
Guess they
and hold that fatty up
Now let me beat up untill you say you've had enough
Pitbull and twista shawty
Show me how you work that work that
Got to the flo
runnin' from me
Go and hold that fatty up
Now let me beat up until you say you've had enough

Pitbull and twista shawty
Show me how you work that work
Frightened by her own shadow
Now she wants to go home
Many names for one G-d
Trotting on, through the façade

You were all my children
Got a dig for that
I don't read, yeah, I just guess
As the world turns
Don't bother me with your mess

I'm trying to do my best
Get my head up out the stress
When
I don't read, yeah, I just guess
As the world turns
Don't bother me with your messs

I'm trying to do my best
Get my head up out the stress
Now that word means a whole lot to me
Now what I mean by that, it's simple as this
You gotta open up your head
Matter of fact, open up your mind
And let
town or the wild hundreds 
Where they broadcast G.D. till the world blow-up 
And Stone run it 
Hunted by police for display in state vile cages 
Come
You motherfuckers programmed by the programmers
That's why you getting locked up by the dope slammers
Not me

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
They music so
have all made mistakes, 
And G-d, I've made mistakes
But my mistakes haven't made me

Oh fallen acorn, lost and alone
Can you still be kissed by