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
Uh, it's a new world, it's a new world
Yo, celebrate the new life
New ways to make money
New ways to break dummies
Forge they name and take money
Magic, I'd like to send this one out to the partner
Pepa MC, magic, and her first born, whatever it may be, magic
Yo Spin, once again help me get
up this morning with the thought of robbin' a bank to get rich
Ain't ate in days so it ain't no thang to click click, bitch, gimme your shit
Fresh out
[I'd like to send this one out to the partner
Pepa MC and her first born whatever it may be]
Yo Spin once again help me get this
get popped
And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-the-box (yeah)
In the hood summer time is the killin' season
It's hot out this bitch that's
pulled up in our drive one night as we were leaving to get some hamburgers
Me, her and Nate, we introduced you, hugged you
And as you left I had this
the almighty Black Jack (throw your hands up)
Mos Def, K West (throw your hands up)
Ghetto people, get this shit off your chest (throw your hands up)
North
Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder's fee, out this world
Ain't no one out they mind as me
You need peace of mind, here's a piece of mine, all I need's
Jones
[Cam'ron]
Yo, yo, yo, the way I been treated in this industry? Not nicely
Little faggot motherfucker like (*Mike Lightly*)
Tried to get
I show up in yo' hood, I bet you niggas won't trip
Once I empty out this clip, I bet you niggas gon' dip
Or get hit up in yo'
"Back, front back,
But I think I'll stay
There are layers to this body
Primal sex and primal shame
They told me I should cover it
So I went the other way
I was
Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder's fee, out this world
Ain't no one out they mind as me
You need peace of mind, here's a piece of mine, all I need's
dynamite, I'll pick up little gun
And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run
You don't have to call me lieutenant, Rosie, and I don't
heard!), Chicago! Uh huh (Man!)
Shout to Bionce Foxx, Kid Robot, shout out to Roxy, (Tre), shout to Miss Jones Too Hot 97
(Choco Joc), everybody gave me
Mister Trouble come walkin' this way
Year gone by feels like one long day
But I'm alive and I'm feelin' all right
Well I run that hard road outta
DJ keep playin' this song for me
Out on the floor in my arms she's gotta be
Let's get it on (let's get it on)
Jam all night long
Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ
and tells Fanny she's going to be a
Big star some day. Fanny asks how much Keeney is paying her,
And Nick manages to jack up her salary by pretending to bid
they gats so they could draw down
But why a motherfucker like me had to fall down
Not known why I dropped out
Fuck it, still can't afford to get
And then this one time
I tried to talk to him and these other girls,
They totally got in my way.
Can you believe that their shoes (everybody choose,
(hey), hey (hey), hey, hey
Honey, I'm home and I had a hard day
Pour me a cold one and oh, by the way
Hey, rub my feet, gimme something to eat
Fix me
ride
On a wave so free, just you and me
Coming alive
Feels so good just to watching the world going by
Doing my thing out here, vibing and riding my
time you walk by you get my inspection
All you gotta do now is make your selection
And it won't be hard to win this election
[Chorus]
I done been
the churches money
I'm red fox and you that big dummy
This junkyard was a empire
Y'all let it get over ran by vampires
Most M.C's is god damn liars
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