Pitbull

Letra de Intro

Letras de Pitbull

"Intro"

School ya’ll to somethin right quick
 Sit down, open your ears, close your eyes, listen
 
 Here’s a little story that I got to tell
 About this Chico named Pit everyone knows so well
 Illmatic like Nas but that ain’t hard to tell
 Owes it all to Dade County and the ATL
 Picked rap and skipped the triple beam scale
 And it’s a known fact he gon’ die before he fails
 These boys rap about hustlin’ but cant make bail
 I call that hustling backwards and that’s real
 Miami’s hot so I can vacation in hell
 The way the game is shit, man, I mind as well
 
 I look at these fools on camera flashin’ they tools
 They must’ve forgot the streets got codes and rules
 But me, I’m confused
 ‘Cause rappers wanna be gangstas
 Gangstas wanna be rappers
 Ballers wanna be rappers
 And rappers wanna be ballers
 The truth is its more sickening than Ebola
 Until they handcuffed then its over
 Pop up no dandruff, no neck, just head and shoulders
 Bust guns, sell drugs, that’s what the streets showed us
 But corporate America, that’s what they sold us
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