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Pitbull
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Miami S*** [Clean]
作词:Tony Castillo, Brandon Hollemon, Armando Perez
Introducin' Mr. 3, yeah, 0, yeah, 5
Hop in the bucket and haul *** Hop in the bucket and haul *** Hop in the bucket and haul *** Hop in the bucket and haul ***
This to them boys on their way to Tennessee Listenin' to M.J.G, breakin' dem birds and 8-balls Be careful with them ki's, don't hesitate to squeeze Watch out for them Feds 'coz they hate y'all
Bank accounts overseas, when them Feds come for me All they gon' find is CD's, no weight, dog But wait, dog 'coz Pit is back, bigger, badder, stronger It's alright, you can hate, dog
But don't be surprised if a chico do you like Nicholas Cage And blow your mother mother 'Face Off' Who the *** wanna face off? 'Coz I'm willin' and ready to cock, aim and bang
Show the world what it means to be born and raised In the home of the K's, that's the County of Dade Well, they used to shoot straight phase, now they shoot A A So if they kick in your door, I suggest you do what they say
These are the facts of life minus them three three They don't rap no more, all they do is snitchin' I went from no pot to piss in To gettin' taught how to whip up a pot in the kitchen, listen
Cook, cook, whip, whip, chop, chop, oh Hear the shots, don't look, stop, drop, roll Hit the block, tell them fiends stop, cock, go Used to be my life but not no more
Hop in the bucket and haul a*** Hop in the bucket and haul a*** Hop in the bucket and haul a*** Hop in the bucket and haul a***
Take my banana clip to a banana click Now that's some Miami s*** Give me your big old ship with a ton of bricks Now that's some Miami s***
Chevys on 22's, 24's, 26 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Now that's some Miami s*** That's right, that's what, that's right, that's what That's right, I'm from Miami, b***
I eat, sleep, ***, talk rap See that 745 LI, yeah, I bought that They never thought but I thought that Give 'em a brick, bakin' soda and a peaka and it's brought back
High ranks to be exact, I bring it back How you want it, from the stove or the microwave? How you want it, high yellow or light brown Or feel that Method Man, I got 'em fiendin' with they pipes out
Let's ride, I done reminisce on them days When they used to jack tourists everyday in Dade That's how JT Money got his name Miami, all it equals is tons of ***
This is what we grew up and learned to do These Cubans'll teach you 'bout a bird or two Keep actin' like these boys won't murder you Now here the sun ain't the only thing burnin' you
This where the *** go two ways N*** love gun play and a triangle equals a one way If you know what I'm talkin' 'bout then you from Dade If you don't then welcome to rappin' raised the bottom
Welcome to rappin' raised the crib Welcome to rappin' raised Magic City Welcome to rappin' raised 305, county of Dade Let's ride
Hop in the bucket and haul *** Step on the gas, step on the gas Hop in the bucket and haul *** Step on the gas, step on the gas
Take my banana clip to a banana click Now that's some Miami s*** Give me your big old ship with a ton of bricks Now that's some Miami s***
Chevys on 22's, 24's, 26 Now that's some Miami s*** That's right, that's what, that's right, that's what That's right, I'm from Miami, b***
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