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That's Nasty

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  • 作曲 : Cartagena, Mollings ...
    What?
    What?
    What?
    Let's go
    [Pitbull]
    This those nasty beat makers
    Yeah!
    [Lil Jon]
    Pitbull in this *****,
    Me, this ya boy Lil Jon checkin' in,
    Lil Scrappy, where my chicos at?
    Ah, let's go!
    [Pitbull]
    Hey mami, you know you nasty
    Hey mami, you know you nasty
    Hey mami, you know you nasty
    Hey mami, you know you nasty
    [Lil Jon]
    What?
    What?
    Ah, let's go!
    [Pitbull]
    Picture me, pullin' up in the truck on twenty fo's
    I'm like spinnas, the quicker you stop the faster I go
    Don't mess wit' us, ('cause) we quick to cock back and unload
    This Pitbull, for those that don't know
    All my chicos in the south that's been puttin' it down puttin' in work
    *****es been turnin' them out, snitches get put in the dirt
    Pit's been chillin' in the bottom wit' no deals
    If them boys talk a lot then they no reals
    Shimmy y'all shimmy yam shimmy ya
    Catch me wit' Piccolo riding on them thangs ah
    See the south is known for ridin' high
    'Cause they ride high on twenty fo's and they smoke and drive
    Everybody wanna know where's Pitbull from, what has Pitbull done?
    I've done enough to have these *****es fiendin' for Pitbull's cum
    So when you see me on them tewnty fo's spinning
    You know they cut me a serious check
    But for now I'm still grindin' fiending for a lickin'
    That's some serious **** (Woo!) yeah
    Twenty fo's on my truck that's nasty (Woo!)
    They spin when you stop that's nasty (Woo!)
    Twenty fo's on my truck that's nasty (Woo!)
    They spin when you stop that's nasty (Woo!)
    Twenty fo's on my truck that's nasty (Woo!)
    They spin when you stop that's nasty (Woo!)
    Twenty fo's on my truck that's nasty (Woo!)
    They spin when you stop that's nasty (Woo!)
    [Lil Jon]
    What?
    What?
    Ah, let's go!
    [Pitbull]
    I'm from the land where you name it everything's crooked
    Watch what you do 'cause, everything's looking
    Man these streets got ears and eyes
    And they wanna know it all - who, what, where's, and why's
    Everybody wanna know is Pitbull really ridin' twenty fo's
    Everybody wanna know if his rims spin, you know how it goes
    These streets don't just talk, they gossip like Oprah
    Right now I ain't got a damn thang
    But the day I get some rims, they'll either spin, chop, or poke ya
    When the barrel spin, like the fiend with the rock I smoked ya
    On top of the game ****, one day I hope ta
    But for now I'm tryin' ta get y'all hooked like that coca-ine-a
    Don't start no **** dawg, won't be none
    And other than jigga a lot of these rappers? Dawg, I don't see none
    So when you see me on them twenty fo's spinning
    You know they cut me a serious check
    But for now I'm still grindin' fiending for a lickin'
    That's some serious **** (Woo!) yeah
    Twenty fo's on my truck that's nasty (Woo!)
    They spin when you stop that's nasty (Woo!)
    Twenty fo's on my truck that's nasty (Woo!)
    They spin when you stop that's nasty (Woo!)
    Twenty fo's on my truck that's nasty (Woo!)
    They spin when you stop that's nasty (Woo!)
    Twenty fo's on my truck that's nasty (Woo!)
    They spin when you stop that's nasty (Woo!)
    [Lil Jon]
    What?
    What?
    Ah, let's go!
    [Fat Joe]
    Ben aqui mami you know you nasty
    (*****es) Them ***** ass ****** that wanna blast me
    Yeah I'm still crunk, gettin' drunk off that crunk juice
    Hatin' 'cause your girl on me and she hate you
    We gotta new napalm bomb (fa colors) dropped down on these
    If you pump it ima dislocate your soul from the streets
    Remember me lil' g A-town to the O (Oooo)
    If you ain't got no money imma get some from your blow
    Is ya hatin' 'cause my cup got rhinestones in it?
    Is ya hatin' 'cause my twenty fo's keep spinnin'?
    G's up and whatever else down!
    I done got me some money, oh really? Go act a clown
    Lay it down loud, (it'll) get ya shot to the head
    But y'all want ya conversation, I just want yo' bread
    Ya boi Lil Scrappy B and C and B-M-E clique
    All the thug ass *****es get low to the beat!
    Don't hate the, the playa
    Don't hate the, the game
    Don't hate the, the playa
    Don't hate the, the game
    [Lil Jon]
    What?
    What?
    Ah, let's go!
    [Pitbull]
    Twenty fo's on my truck that's nasty
    They spin when you stop that's nasty
    Twenty fo's on my truck that's nasty
    They spin when you stop that's nasty
    Twenty fo's on my truck that's nasty
    They spin when you stop that's nasty
    Twenty fo's on my truck that's nasty
    They spin when you stop that's nasty
  • 作曲 : Cartagena, Mollings ...
    What?
    What?
    What?
    Let's go
    [Pitbull]
    This those nasty beat makers
    Yeah!
    [Lil Jon]
    Pitbull in this *****,
    Me, this ya boy Lil Jon checkin' in,
    Lil Scrappy, where my chicos at?
    Ah, let's go!
    [Pitbull]
    Hey mami, you know you nasty
    Hey mami, you know you nasty
    Hey mami, you know you nasty
    Hey mami, you know you nasty
    [Lil Jon]
    What?
    What?
    Ah, let's go!
    [Pitbull]
    Picture me, pullin' up in the truck on twenty fo's
    I'm like spinnas, the quicker you stop the faster I go
    Don't mess wit' us, ('cause) we quick to cock back and unload
    This Pitbull, for those that don't know
    All my chicos in the south that's been puttin' it down puttin' in work
    *****es been turnin' them out, snitches get put in the dirt
    Pit's been chillin' in the bottom wit' no deals
    If them boys talk a lot then they no reals
    Shimmy y'all shimmy yam shimmy ya
    Catch me wit' Piccolo riding on them thangs ah
    See the south is known for ridin' high
    'Cause they ride high on twenty fo's and they smoke and drive
    Everybody wanna know where's Pitbull from, what has Pitbull done?
    I've done enough to have these *****es fiendin' for Pitbull's cum
    So when you see me on them tewnty fo's spinning
    You know they cut me a serious check
    But for now I'm still grindin' fiending for a lickin'
    That's some serious **** (Woo!) yeah
    Twenty fo's on my truck that's nasty (Woo!)
    They spin when you stop that's nasty (Woo!)
    Twenty fo's on my truck that's nasty (Woo!)
    They spin when you stop that's nasty (Woo!)
    Twenty fo's on my truck that's nasty (Woo!)
    They spin when you stop that's nasty (Woo!)
    Twenty fo's on my truck that's nasty (Woo!)
    They spin when you stop that's nasty (Woo!)
    [Lil Jon]
    What?
    What?
    Ah, let's go!
    [Pitbull]
    I'm from the land where you name it everything's crooked
    Watch what you do 'cause, everything's looking
    Man these streets got ears and eyes
    And they wanna know it all - who, what, where's, and why's
    Everybody wanna know is Pitbull really ridin' twenty fo's
    Everybody wanna know if his rims spin, you know how it goes
    These streets don't just talk, they gossip like Oprah
    Right now I ain't got a damn thang
    But the day I get some rims, they'll either spin, chop, or poke ya
    When the barrel spin, like the fiend with the rock I smoked ya
    On top of the game ****, one day I hope ta
    But for now I'm tryin' ta get y'all hooked like that coca-ine-a
    Don't start no **** dawg, won't be none
    And other than jigga a lot of these rappers? Dawg, I don't see none
    So when you see me on them twenty fo's spinning
    You know they cut me a serious check
    But for now I'm still grindin' fiending for a lickin'
    That's some serious **** (Woo!) yeah
    Twenty fo's on my truck that's nasty (Woo!)
    They spin when you stop that's nasty (Woo!)
    Twenty fo's on my truck that's nasty (Woo!)
    They spin when you stop that's nasty (Woo!)
    Twenty fo's on my truck that's nasty (Woo!)
    They spin when you stop that's nasty (Woo!)
    Twenty fo's on my truck that's nasty (Woo!)
    They spin when you stop that's nasty (Woo!)
    [Lil Jon]
    What?
    What?
    Ah, let's go!
    [Fat Joe]
    Ben aqui mami you know you nasty
    (*****es) Them ***** ass ****** that wanna blast me
    Yeah I'm still crunk, gettin' drunk off that crunk juice
    Hatin' 'cause your girl on me and she hate you
    We gotta new napalm bomb (fa colors) dropped down on these
    If you pump it ima dislocate your soul from the streets
    Remember me lil' g A-town to the O (Oooo)
    If you ain't got no money imma get some from your blow
    Is ya hatin' 'cause my cup got rhinestones in it?
    Is ya hatin' 'cause my twenty fo's keep spinnin'?
    G's up and whatever else down!
    I done got me some money, oh really? Go act a clown
    Lay it down loud, (it'll) get ya shot to the head
    But y'all want ya conversation, I just want yo' bread
    Ya boi Lil Scrappy B and C and B-M-E clique
    All the thug ass *****es get low to the beat!
    Don't hate the, the playa
    Don't hate the, the game
    Don't hate the, the playa
    Don't hate the, the game
    [Lil Jon]
    What?
    What?
    Ah, let's go!
    [Pitbull]
    Twenty fo's on my truck that's nasty
    They spin when you stop that's nasty
    Twenty fo's on my truck that's nasty
    They spin when you stop that's nasty
    Twenty fo's on my truck that's nasty
    They spin when you stop that's nasty
    Twenty fo's on my truck that's nasty
    They spin when you stop that's nasty