[Verse 1] I made you look It's Pitbull spitting hard like a ganja crook I'm a crook, Imma thief'em, robbing streets I'm robbin' hoods, it's like Robbin Givings When i'm robbin' you're givin up all your goods I made robbin' a livin', i made robbin' a hobby I rob you in the kitchen, i rob you in the lobby I rob you while you're shittin' And if these choppers feel choppy ain't nothing gona stop me Pitbull but mamis call me papi When i'm dressed in lennen with a splash at "issi mi yaki" I wax ass like Mr. "Miyaki" Pit's modest but my dick is "cocky" I think some of y'all are in the wrong game cuz all ya do is rap about ice man Y'all should play hockey My stocks are on a steady climb so i guess that's why i feel kinda "stocky" When guns pop they'll leave you like sloppy joe's I fuck down bitches and i fuck sloppy hoes She wanted me to fuck her brains out so i stuck my dick through her nose Pit's ready for war like if there's a storm But no one had a clue that the only Pit allowed in Miami spits guerrilla warfare like Vietnam So bring'em on, now everybody sing along
[Hook] Every time i spit a rhyme you may not know who i am But maybe this uh, made you rememberTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
