Pitbull - Dirty Lyrics
(feat. Bun B)We gon take it from the bottom (M-I-A-M-I to Houston!!)H-town! Pitbull, Bun B..My dogg Demi, keep ya head up, I gotchu, I promise!All my chicos, I gotchu, I promise!Miami, I gotchu, I promise!! I'ma take over this *****! I promise!!So get ready motha*****az, this is not a game!! (Eeeeeeeyooooouuu!!!!!)[Verse 1 (Pitbull)]I'm from the dirty dirty, where a lot of these cats mix the weedWith the coke and blow dirty, we're off the chain mengRap game, crack game, cut it, cook it, chop it, record itAlbum shop it, its all the same thangY'all look at these blue skies and think paradiseI look at these blue skies, and think what a disguiseThat's why its called the "Magic City", it's a treat to your eyesCross the bridge and it'll ***** with ya mindWord of advice don't follow the streets, follow the signsCuz the last thing you wanna do is get lost, cause it might just cost ya lifeY'all heard about the smash-&-grabsso watch where you put the map on the dashcause they might end up clapping ya assWhy you think the traffic lights, they blink at late nightThey don't want you to stop cause the streets'll be filled wit red stripesLike Jamaican beer, we fry 'em like bacon hereyo life'll get taken here, I just thought I should make it clear! Yeah!![Chorus]Everything we do is dirty!!!!We pull up in the drop, it's dirty!!We pound that twat, dirty!!Miami!!!, we're dirty!Where they lace 'em, roll 'em, smoke 'em and blow 'em dirty!Guns they hold 'em, if they clean dogg, we make 'em dirty![Repeat 2x][Verse 2 (Bun B)]Straight up outta Texas, the reckless, PA to be exactWhere the streets is cutthroat and fiends kill you for a G of crack8 g's and cadillacs, chevys cut on the deltasmight swang up on ya then hurt ya, nobody here gon help ya2000 heltah skelta, talking bout families and killersvicious like silver-back guerillas see then peel yaniggaz down here ain't tryna feel ya, see ya, hear ya, know yaserve ya, for ya or for ya (Feel it!!!)You ***** niggaz been hatin on us for too longSo we finna prove you wrong, teach you hoes a new song (thats whats up)Cuz the time is now (now), the place is here (here)I could smell you scared nigga, I could taste your fearGo make it clear and move the smoke outta yo eyesSo that when everything go down, it won't be no kind of surpriseAnd I got no time for yo lies (No time for lies!!), save 'em for peterJust remember my name, I'm facing my heater (*****!), let's get it dirty![Chorus]Everything we do is dirty!!!!We pull up in the drop, it's dirty!!We pound that twat, dirty!!Miami!!!, we're dirty!Where they lace 'em, roll 'em, smoke 'em and blow 'em dirty!Guns they hold 'em, if they clean dogg, we make 'em dirty![Repeat 2x][Verse 3 (Pitbull)]These boys from the bottom are obsessed with old school chevysWe call 'em verts and donks, some we call box chevysSeven-duece, seven-trey, seven-four, seven-fiveM-I-A-M-I till I die, 3-0-5!!!Candy paint and leather, they don't ***** wit nothing but dubs or betterY'all call 'em street sweepers, we call 'em choppersCuz when the bullets spit they spin like helicoptersThis city's filled with crooked coppers and crooked doctorsSo how could these streets not be filled with crooked *****esand niggaz cocaine cooking brick flipping *****es trippin for figuresThis Cuban has seen it, heard about it and lived itthat's why I spit it so vivid, you got it, I want it, you give itThis is for everybody in county, TGK, Metro West and StockadeDoing timeAnd if you got more than 365and you're up the road rep MIA with pride, That's right!!![Chorus]Everything we do is dirty!!!!We pull up in the drop, it's dirty!!We pound that twat, dirty!!Miami!!!, we're dirty!Where they lace 'em, roll 'em, smoke 'em and blow 'em dirty!Guns they hold 'em, if they clean dogg, they make 'em dirty![Repeat 2x]
