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Pitbull - Dirty |
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{Hip Hop My life...} |
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We gon take it from the bottom (M-I-A-M-I to Houston) |
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H-town Pitbull, Bun B.. |
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My dogg Demi, keep ya head up, I gotchu, I promise |
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All my chicos, I gotchu, I promise |
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Miami, I gotchu, I promise I'ma take over this bitch I promise |
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So get ready mothafuckaz, this is not a game (Eeeeeeeyooooouuu) |
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I'm from the dirty dirty, where a lot of these cats mix the weed |
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With the coke and blow dirty, we're off the chain meng |
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Rap game, crack game, cut it, cook it, chop it, record it |
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Album shop it, its all the same thang |
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Y'all look at these blue skies and think paradise |
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I look at these blue skies, and think what a disguise |
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That's why its called the "Magic City", it's a treat to your eyes |
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Cross the bridge and it'll fuck with ya mind |
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Word of advice don't follow the streets, follow the signs |
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Cuz the last thing you wanna do is get lost, cause it might just cost ya life |
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Y'all heard about the smash-&-grabs |
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So watch where you put the map on the dash |
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Cause they might end up clapping ya ass |
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Why you think the traffic lights, they blink at late night |
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They don't want you to stop cause the streets'll be filled wit red stripes |
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Like Jamaican beer, we fry 'em like bacon here |
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Yo life'll get taken here, I just thought I should make it clear Yeah |
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Everything we do is dirty |
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We pull up in the drop, it's dirty |
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We pound that twat, dirty |
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Miami, we're dirty |
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Where they lace 'em, roll 'em, smoke 'em and blow 'em dirty |
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Guns they hold 'em, if they clean dogg, we make 'em dirty |
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Everything we do is dirty |
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We pull up in the drop, it's dirty |
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We pound that twat, dirty |
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Miami, we're dirty |
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Where they lace 'em, roll 'em, smoke 'em and blow 'em dirty |
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Guns they hold 'em, if they clean dogg, we make 'em dirty |
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Straight up outta Texas, the reckless, PA to be exact |
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Where the streets is cutthroat and fiends kill you for a G of crack |
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8 g's and cadillacs, chevys cut on the deltas |
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Might swang up on ya then hurt ya, nobody here gon help ya |
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2000 heltah skelta, talking bout families and killers |
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Vicious like silver-back guerillas see then peel ya |
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Niggaz down here ain't tryna feel ya, see ya, hear ya, know ya |
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Serve ya, for ya or for ya (Feel it ) |
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You pussy niggaz been hatin on us for too long |
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So we finna prove you wrong, teach you hoes a new song (thats whats up) |
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Cuz the time is now (now), the place is here (here) |
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I could smell you scared nigga, I could taste your fear |
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Go make it clear and move the smoke outta yo eyes |
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So that when everything go down, it won't be no kind of surprise |
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And I got no time for yo lies (No time for lies ), save 'em for peter |
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Just remember my name, I'm facing my heater (BITCH ), let's get it dirty |
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Everything we do is dirty |
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We pull up in the drop, it's dirty |
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We pound that twat, dirty |
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Miami, we're dirty |
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Where they lace 'em, roll 'em, smoke 'em and blow 'em dirty |
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Guns they hold 'em, if they clean dogg, we make 'em dirty |
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Everything we do is dirty |
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We pull up in the drop, it's dirty |
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We pound that twat, dirty |
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Miami, we're dirty |
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Where they lace 'em, roll 'em, smoke 'em and blow 'em dirty |
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Guns they hold 'em, if they clean dogg, we make 'em dirty |
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These boys from the bottom are obsessed with old school chevys |
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We call 'em verts and donks, some we call box chevys |
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Seven-duece, seven-trey, seven-four, seven-five |
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M-I-A-M-I till I die, 3-0-5 |
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Candy paint and leather, they don't fuck wit nothing but dubs or better |
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Y'all call 'em street sweepers, we call 'em choppers |
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Cuz when the bullets spit they spin like helicopters |
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This city's filled with crooked coppers and crooked doctors |
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So how could these streets not be filled with crooked bitches |
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And niggaz cocaine cooking brick flipping bitches trippin for figures |
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This Cuban has seen it, heard about it and lived it |
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That's why I spit it so vivid, you got it, I want it, you give it |
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This is for everybody in county, TGK, Metro West and Stockade |
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Doing time |
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And if you got more than 365 |
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And you're up the road rep MIA with pride, That's right |
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Everything we do is dirty |
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We pull up in the drop, it's dirty |
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We pound that twat, dirty |
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Miami, we're dirty |
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Where they lace 'em, roll 'em, smoke 'em and blow 'em dirty |
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Guns they hold 'em, if they clean dogg, we make 'em dirty |
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Everything we do is dirty |
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We pull up in the drop, it's dirty |
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We pound that twat, dirty |
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Miami, we're dirty |
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Where they lace 'em, roll 'em, smoke 'em and blow 'em dirty |
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Guns they hold 'em, if they clean dogg, we make 'em dirty |
