Lyrics:
That little chico Pitbull, Mr 305
Used to live in every neighborhood in Miami
Putting it down with them tanners (hola)
Vedo no Shake, what they do
They'll be watching every move you make
Don't let em know they can beat you
Fortune favor the brave
Learn how to use that muscle
Take a little chance will
to get where I'm at
I push a little this, I push a little that
But now that the game has let me
In I ain't never goin back
And man you can bet that
Havin
tol’ me, Son, in every sinner
There’s a little bit of saint
In every saint
There’s a little sinner
Funky like dat
Blues funky like dat
He had
New York
I want to wake up
In a city that doesn't sleep
To find i'm king of the hill top of the heap
These little town blues are melting away
I'll
might have been
Where do you start?
Do you allow yourself a little time to cry?
Or do you close your eyes and kiss it all goodbye?
I guess you try
a bad boy
The little girl begged me not to run around
I used to be a bad boy
She begged me not to run around
It never hurt me so bad people
Till she
glitter and broadcast
Just for a little serotonin
Self-sabotage at best, under your spell
But you know what they say, if you want a job done right, you
in the west
I wish I was a little sparrow
And I had wings and I could fly
I'd fly away to my own true lover
And when he speaks I won't deny
But I am
here's a little story we got to tell
About a sound so def, you know so well
It started way back in history
With the Beastie Boys, LL Cool J
Run-DMC
were
Johanna (Johanna)
And if you're beautiful, what then
With yellow hair, like wheat?
I think we shall not meet again
My little dove, my sweet
of the so-called free
A relative of mine
Took a gun to his head
"Life's just too boring"
Is what his little note said
A permanent solution
To a temporary
just don't have a heart to be broken
We could've gone all the way to the Great Wall of China
If you only had a little more faith in me
In lieu
day just 'cause
Got me arguin' about little stuff
She don't call lil' stuff
It get a little rough
Then we kiss and make up
She wanna say what she
A little candlelight dinner toasted over some wine
Well, I will hit you off now with this lyrical rhyme (woo)
Uh, now Mr. Lover keep you rockin', Mr.
hike up your skirt a little more
And show the world to me
Hike up your skirt a little more
And show your world to me
A boy's dream
In a boy's dream
along like two little babies
Each and every day
She said that I'm her lover
And she always treats me that way
She said that I'm her lover
And she
Nobody works on Friday
Thursday night comes in hot
A little less work, make the same pay
Now I'm givin' it all I've got
Nobody works on Friday
away) baby
(And go into your little hideaway 'cause white lines blow away)
A million magic crystals, painted pure and white
A multi-million dollars
With your hands out looking up to me
Like you want something free
When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumping me
But now that I got this little
concede
This is all I ask
This is all I need
Beautiful girls, walk a little slower when you walk by me
Lingering sunsets, stay a little longer with
Everybody's gone to Thunderbird
Way outside of town we've got a little lake
Where people pull their boats out here to holiday
As you feel the summer breeze
Once a beautiful Miss America married Mr. Right
Had a little baby girl, born on a stormy night
But that was once upon a time
Now it's a brand new
out his little black telephone book
(He's calling)
(He's calling)
(He's calling)
(He's calling)
Come sit down here beside me honey
Let's have
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