Lyrics:
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
the next afternoon
Pitts that chico from the bottom
that's about to take over the rap game thats if they allow him
You know the city of Miami got
[Chorus: x2 Pitbull]
Green means go
Yellow means slow
Red means stop
Now drop now roll
Girl you got a ass
Stopping traffic like a red [Repeat
let me tell you 'bout
"Da Bottom" right quick, okay?
Anybody that knows anything about cookin up
A little bit of a
A little something knows that "Da
Rudolf, and Pitbull, they gon' help you sing this song.
I love just who you are,
I ain't gon' try to change ya.
You are a shooting Star,
That's why you are
Rudolf, and Pitbull, they gon' help you sing this song.
I love just who you are,
I ain't gon' try to change ya.
You are a shooting Star,
That's why you are
When I say I'm doing don't you know it ain't like that?
It's your chance, step in line or fall back
Plenty of time for glory days to come back
the wind
There's no cell-y phone, so you can't phone home
Oh lord, here come those criminals maleek & jerome
("yo, who you know here, you got family over
on Forbes (ayy)
I'm the plug, extension cord (plug)
Got your favorite model on drugs if you ain't know it (uh, ayy)
When I take drugs I go to the moon
the dogs that's drivin' around in Beaumont
Lookin' for some cat
All you pitbulls should know by now
That hundreds in a roll look like tuna in a bowl
I know you tried to fight so long
Ain't nobody coming with me
And I always got this city
And my sore eyes met your face
But I don't needa feel your
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
You ain't listenin'
So you can talk
All you fools just sound the same
Ain't no credit to your name
Ain't no credit line open, that's discrediting the fame
Form your business in
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
No, No, No (Remix)
Jae Millz, Cam'ron, T.I
(Jae Millz)
Yea . . . you know we had to do this right here
All hoods, stand up
All rude bwoys
Wish I had a genie with about three wishes
Metal flake green on D's I look suspicious
You know that I'm running
Shit, I hear it humming
Fuck, I
Yeah, girl, I put stacks on your back, racks on your rack
And you know I got a whole lot more
I'll put these bands in your hand, I ain't playin', I'm
through the math I subtract them
You hear no laughter, QBC the thug factor
You niggaz ain't worth the punch, back snatch ya
Pitbull attack ya,
know I'm on fire
28's chrome, fuck a hundred, smoke
I know you pimp tight, pimpin'
But I pimp tighter
Getting bread, got it made like Special Ed
Them
with the camp
Not Old Yeller, a pitbull and dog is the champ
You know better, think about crossin the line
Hit your sweater, with about ten from the .9
to a shopping spree
And I'll let you know... that ain't hyperbole (No way!)
(That ain't hyperbole)
(That ain't hyperbole)
Stop... drop...
to a shopping spree
And I'll let you know.....that ain't hyperbole (No way!)
(That ain't hyperbole)
(That ain't hyperbole)
Stop..drop..and
to a shopping spree
And I'll let you know... that ain't hyperbole (No way!)
(That ain't hyperbole)
(That ain't hyperbole)
Stop... drop...
Rudolf, and Pitbull, they gon' help you sing this song.
I love just who you are,
I ain't gon' try to change ya.
You are a shooting Star,
That's why you are
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