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know they next

Now get yo' drum on (c'mon and getcha drum on)
Getcha getcha drum on (c'mon and getcha drum on)

I got a chokechain for my pitbull lane
I
â??em and most of all:
Iâ??D F***IN DIE FOR â??EM

[Lil Jon]
305
[Pitbull]
til I die!

X3

[Pitbull]

AYEEE YOOOOOOOOOOO

Hook:
[Lil Jon]
(What would the music be without sounds)

[Pitbull]
Young Boss, Miss Trina, Pitbull 
Let's show em' how we get down

I Party like a rockstar
I
make money money
Don't make profits
Boogie boogie
I just want to give you nook

Noogie noggie
Turn around let me see how you would
Do me Do me
the club with this one
I'm a tear the club the fuck up
I'm a have 'em goin' to war over this one
Partna, just listen
If you don't want those things
with this one
I'ma tear the club the fuck up
I'ma have 'em goin' to war over this one
Partna, just listen
If you don't want those things
yo closet
She dont like bacon?
Cool I'll give her sausage
If it doesnt make sense sense
Don't make dollars dollars
Dont make money money
Dont
hustle up
Bubble 10 double up
You never
Like a squirrel tryin' to get a nut
From top to bottom
Them hoes we got 'em
Them S V I Don't know who shot em
till I die, 3-0-5!!! 
Candy paint and leather, they don't fuck wit nothing but dubs or better 
Y'all call 'em street sweepers, we call 'em choppers
What would the music be without the sounds'
Young Boss, Miss Trina, Pitbull
Let's show 'em how we get down

I party like a rock star
Look like
princess running 3.0.5
I still don't see nae hoe
And me I pimp niggas
Can't you tell by the Juelz my nigga
Ya whole career is worth one of them diamonds
What would the music be without the sounds?
Young Boss, Miss Trina, Pitbull
Let's show 'em how we get down

I party like a rock star
Look like
at me if you on my block

I got your dogs on a collar, balla
So how you like that?
Choke chain for their necks, and I don't think they like that
Woof
him. 
Ross. 
You see him. 
You see him. 
Trick. 
Pitbull. 
DJ Khaled. 
305 M-I-yayo. 
(born and raised, born and raised born and raised in
at the mouth 
And don't be havin their heart in 
Suckers, that's probably why I stay in the hills 
And let my pitbulls smash on niggas that feel 
I owe em
c'mon)
You still can't fuck wit me
You can't fuck wit me
I don't care about your imagery
(Fucker){Mother Fucker}
Give a fuck who you claim to be
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
you're nervous liftin weights 

I open cell block see, go battle Mr. Silly 

I don't see nothin, I think, they raped the rapper really 



Chorus
thoughtless
Left a kiss to find a conflict of interest
Gave myself away by what I didn't say
I tried to talk, but my pride got in the way
And I would never dare
him. 
Ross. 
You see him. 
You see him. 
Trick. 
Pitbull. 
DJ Khaled. 
305 M-I-yayo. 
(born and raised, born and raised born and raised in
promises
I don't need your bullshit
I don't need you telling me the answers at the pulpit
Setup for the meltdown
Hunted by the hellhounds
Spiders got
One life, one love
Enrique Iglesias, Pitbull
Y'all know what time it is
(Go, go, go, deejay)
We go set it off tonight, just go
(Go, go, go, deejay)
till I die, 3-0-5!!! 
Candy paint and leather, they don't fuck wit nothing but dubs or better 
Y'all call 'em street sweepers, we call 'em choppers
bells
And whoever sings, oh, promise me
Put 'em in a box, tie 'em with a ribbon
Throw 'em in the deep blue sea
'Cause love and I we don't agree

Hansoms
Barack and Michelle, let 'em know that it's on
Pa' fuera! pa' la calle!
Dale mamita tirame ese baile!
Dale mamita tirame ese baile!
I see you watchin'