Lyrics:
hand on that pussy
Got my left hand on that booty
And I got my right hand on that pussy
Up in that six hundred
You ain't even seen it
Touchin' on it,
What is all the fuss about
There should be more in your heads by now
Than what goes on at night in peoples' beds
Hands up for lovers
Feeling good
cuz
One does up dick the pen in my streets go one way
I kill 'em In Living Color, on Any Given Sunday
They all anxious to be waitin' to see how ill
Used to get, bent, now I represent to the fullest
Pencil is full of insolent bullets
I'm like a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott'
Mixed with
no fans
Can't sit down kids you have to stand
Just put your hands up, you don't have to dance
Here, we get it poppin' like it's Pakistan
Iraq,
want to meet
Straight up out the ghetto where they pack the heavy metal
I got my hand on the wheel my foot on the gas pedal
I'm driving dogghouse
Hands up (Hands up) hands high (Hands high)
Wave them side to side, if hip hop's alive
Hands up (Hands up) hands high (Hands high)
Wave them side
smacked by a lame
That's like runnin' up on Father Zeek, and Matches Lane
It just dont sound right, I get your team devoured
So don't even TINK about it
Que pa'o
Baby, dime what's up
I'm down con Pitbull
Y Lil' Rob
Y ya tu sabes, nos fuimos
Hondel
Dale está abajo y se mean el jumper
Rompe la
house
This is my mother fucking this
Is my mother fucking
This is my mother fucking this
Is my fucking house
Yeah whats up
Snoop jizzle
This is OG status
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
froze
Grip O's
Roc-a-Fella pitbull snatch every bitch on ya block
Why'all prick need to back up off me
Keep ya distance, cause my smithin on seveice
on the White House lawn
Tiger woods times Jesse James
Equals Pitbull all night long
Wake up Barack and Michelle, let 'em know that it's on
Pa' fuera! pa' la
powered by gra eh eh eh ce
With Jesus our leader ah ah ah we'll never fail eh eh eh eh
Put your hands up come on put your hands up
Put your hands up
stand now
And shit don't plan out throw your hands up
At least give them a handout
And with the sun shown
It's like the Jerome is
Mamas on the cellphone
The rap struck 'em, harder than gettin' hit by a Mack truck and then backed up on
And any half-assed known rapper to trespass
Better be ready for
Tiefe in mehr Richtungen, als es gibt
Jemand hat sich in diesen Moment verliebt
Meditation entspannt geb' ich das Ruder aus der Hand
Und lass mich
Imma tell ya bout my neighbourhood
Imma sell you on the area
Let's settle in fast like a
Steak to a Pitbull terrier
See she's a peaceful bend down
turning caine into rocks
And I carry two glocks so I can't be stopped
From the city to the state I'm pushing rhymes like weight
Pitbulls by
up by one time
And I'm back on my fucking way to county jail
Niggas tell ome on da streets
That my pussy for sale
Peter Pipper, pick a pepper
Yo I'm
my case
And i'm showing out over the seas
And I'm laughing my ass to the bank
I take the payment to cope with the pain insanely fucked up
In my brain
niggas yell squad
K Camp screaming link up
300 niggas, that's 300 motherfuckers
Trying to get it in by the trucks
I'm a hot young nigga that'll take your
Man, the streets don’t love nobody (Nobody)
Man, the streets don’t love nobody (Nobody)
OOOUH! Me and my raccoons will put hands
On you and your
call me Dapper Dan
Yes I got a fan made of money up in my hand
And I got a cannon no Nick, and no drum and band
Hotter than some sun on the beach when
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