Pitbull

Letra de Miami Shit

Letras de Pitbull

"Miami Shit"

Introducing 
 Mr. 
 Three, yeah,
 O, yeah
 Five
 Hop in the bucket and haul ass 
 Fuck em, Hop in the bucket and haul ass 
 Fuck em, Hop in the bucket and haul ass 
 Fuck em, Hop in the bucket and haul ass 
 
 This is for them boys on there way to Tennesse listening to M.J.G 
 breaking dem birds and 8-balls
 Be careful with them keys
 Don't hesitate to squeeze
 Watch out for them feds 'cause 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
 'cause Pit is back, bigger badder stronger its alright you can hate dog
 But don't be surprised if a chico do you like they can escape then blow your motha fuckin face off
 who the fuck wanna face off
 'cause I'm willing 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 thats the county of Dade
 well they used to shoot straight phase now they shoot ak's
 So if they kick in your door I suggest you do what they say
 These are the facts of life minus them three bitches
 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 cop go
 Used to be my life but not no more
 
 
 Fuck em, hop in the bucket and haul ass
 Fuck em, hop in the bucket and haul ass
 Fuck em, hop in the bucket and haul ass
 Fuck em, hop in the bucket and haul ass
 
 Take my banana clip to a banana click
 Now thats some Miami shit
 Give me your big old shit
 With a ton of bricks
 Now thats some Miami shit
 Chevys on 22's 24's' 26
 Now thats some Miami shit
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 Thats right thats what thats right thats what thats right
 I'm from Miami bitch
 
 I eat sleep shit talk rap
 See that seven forty five LI yeah I bought that
 They never thought but I thought that
 Give em a brick baking soda and a beaka and its brought back
 Pyrex to be exact I bring it back
 How you want it from the stove or the microwave?
 How you want it? how yella? or light brown
 I Feel like Method Man I got him feenin with they pipes out
 Let's ride out and reminisce on them days
 When dey used to jack tourists everyday in Dade
 Thats how JT Money got his name
 Miami all it equals is tons of cocaine
 This is what we grew up and
 Learned to do
 These cubans'll teach you bout a bird or two
 Keep acting like these boys won't murder you
 Down here the sun ain't the only thing burning you
 This where the bitches go two ways
 Niggas love gunplay
 And a triangle equals a one way
 If you know what I'm talking bout then you from Dade
 If you don't then welcome to where I been raised 
 The bottom
 Welcome to where I been raised 
 The crib
 Welcome to where I been raised 
 Magic city
 Welcome to where I been raised 
 305 County of Dade
 
 (Let's Ride)
 
 Hop in the bucket and haul ass step on the gas step on the gas
 Fuck em, hop in the bucket and haul ass step on the gas step on the gas
 
 Take my banana clip to a banana click
 Now thats some Miami shit
 Give me your big old shit
 With a ton of bricks
 Now thats some Miami shit
 Chevys on 22's 24's' 26
 Now thats some Miami shit
 Thats right thats what thats right thats what thats right
 I'm from Miami bitch
 
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