Lyrics:
isn't fun to watch someone get maimed
John Doe was his name under white sheet and surrounded by tape. Dang
I hope that she don't got herpes if she got
When I go out!
I'm going all the way in
We bark back like wounded pitbulls off the chain
Stress got me going insane
There no time to regret
Let go
w tym miejscu nie obudzi kac
Tak by pamiętać kat ocali świat
Jak panikować to najlepszym tym co masz
Jestem Mar cin dżin dżin dżin w rym kamuflaż
entered this country through the bottom of the united states and straight set up shop. As Arthur McDuffie was being beat to death by four white cops this
stainless
And understand that you lookin' at the famous
West-coast rapper who act like a anus
Hollywood, they thought they could tame this
Pit-bull, but I
can't live wit' it
And I'm a keep it comin' long as I'm here
Pitbull, back at ya neck, I'm hearin' them cheer
E-V-E is what they need in they life, I'm
like Kunta
That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L, if you disagree
Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go just go
Lil' spoiled bitch, two thousand on shoes (two thou', shoes)
Walk in the club with one bitch, leave with two (yeah, dos, two)
By myself at the top like
Causing terror to Christina Aguilera
When I grab her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara
Beware of this rap terrorist with a therapist
With a hair
full of lead
Everyone in the crew knew what I said
would mean by morning, somebody else soon would be dead
Let's peel their caps back
The cars
three-hundred dollars to get my pitbull an abortion
Some bitch asked for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed
I drop bombs like
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
you work out, gotta get it right back
I trap by day boy, rap by night,
C-Bone in this Bitch College Park trump tight
[Hook]
[T-Mo Goodie]
I'm pimp
on anybody who ever tried to front on me
With so much personality, what do you want from me?
I could be by myself and enjoy the company
My life, this year, my
right she fine than a
Motherfucker I ain’t gone lie straight up
I take her home though, fucked and got off
Pitbull type
Now do I love them hoes, hell no
Chris that
Used to play ball
Skinny with a mushroom cut about yay tall
He's pushin rhymes like what they call him
Pitbull? I've seen him in a club
With
in New O, pimp Creole
The bricks get white like Andy Griffin
By the way, Me and Pitbull doin' terrific
Still got the blow, gettin' the doe no Bisquick
thousand pound boat?
It's money by the tons, fo' sho' homey and all hunds
And if ya get past the gate, cameras and pitbulls, you can have some
'em, told the pitbull to sic 'em
I know he wanna run but he can't, he assed out
Punched him in his chin and then he passed out
Woke up with his
who-who
Never been the type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push
No friend of Bush
I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese
I'm a pitbull off his
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
She's impressed by a fat
who-who
Never been the type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push
No friend of Bush
I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese
I'm a pitbull off his
Ehhh
Wyclef with Pitbull,
The clubs ain't safe tonight
[Chorus]
Mamacita so nice to meet ya,
You drunk off that rum,
You shouldn't drive
the subs and 15's for the tweeters posted up by
The tray, like gangstas with the heaters
Gangbangin is my shit nigga
Is you still gon' be my homie if I
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