Testo Dirty - Pitbull feat. Bun B
Testo della canzone Dirty (Pitbull feat. Bun B), tratta dall'album M.I.A.M.I.
We gon' take it from the bottom (M-I-A-M-I to Houston)
H-town, Pitbull, Bun B
My dawg Demi, keep ya head up, I got you, I promise
All my chicos, I got you, I promise
Miami, I got you, I promise
I'ma take over this bitch, I promise
So get ready, motherfuckers, this is not a game, uh
I'm from the dirty dirty
Where a lot of these cats mix the weed with the coke and blow dirty
We're off the chain, mayne, huh, rap game, crack game
Cut it, cook it, chop it, record it, Album shop it, it's all the same thang
Y'all look at these blue skies and think paradise
I look at these blue skies and think, what a disguise
That's why its called the "Magic City," it's a treat to your eyes
Cross the bridge and it'll fuck with ya mind, huh
Word of advice, don't follow the streets, follow the signs
'Cause the last thing you wanna do is get lost 'cause it might just cost ya life
Y'all heard about the smash and grabs
So watch where you put the map on the dash 'cause they might end up clapping ya ass
Why you think the traffic lights (uh-huh), they blink at late night (uh-huh)
They don't want you to stop 'cause the streets'll be filled with red stripes
Like Jamaican beer, we fry 'em like bacon here (yeah)
Yo life'll get taken here (yeah), I just thought I should make it clear, yeah
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
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
Straight up outta Texas, the reckless, PA to be exact (exact)
Where the streets is cutthroat and fiends kill you for a G of crack (crack)
Eight Gs and Cadillacs (lacs), Chevys cut on the Deltas (Deltas)
Might swang up on ya then hurt ya, nobody here gon' help ya (help ya)
2000 Helter-skelter (skelter), talking 'bout families and killers (killers)
Vicious like silver-back guerillas see then peel ya
Niggas down here ain't tryna feel ya (feel ya), see ya (see ya), hear ya (hear ya)
Know ya (know ya), serve ya, for ya or for ya (feel it)
You pussy niggas been hatin' on us for too long
So we finna prove you wrong (huh), teach you hos a new song (that's what's up)
'Cause the time is now (time is now), and the place is here (place is here)
I could smell you scared, nigga, I could taste your fear (I could taste your fear)
Go make it clear and move the smoke outta yo' eyes
So that when everything go down, it won't be no kind of surprise
And I got no time for yo' lies (no time for lies), save 'em for Peter
Just remember my name, I'm facing my heater (bitch), let's get it dirty
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
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 (yeah, yeah)
These boys from the bottom are obsessed with old school chevys (uh-huh)
We call 'em verts and donks (oh), some we call box chevys
Seven-deuce, seven-trey, seven-four, seven-five
M-I-A-M-I 'til I die, 305
Candy paint and leather (haha)
They don't fuck with nothing but dubs or better
Y'all call 'em street sweepers, we call 'em choppers
'Cause when the bullets spit, they spin like helicopters
This city's filled with crooked coppers and crooked doctors
So how could these streets not be filled with crooked bitches
And niggas cocaine cooking, brick flipping, bitches trippin' for figures
This Cuban has seen it, heard about it and lived it
That's why I spit it so vivid, you got it, I want it, you give it
This is for everybody in county, TGK, Metro West and Stockade
Doing time and if you got more than 365
And you're up the road rep MIA with pride, that's right
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
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
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Writer(s): Armando Christian Perez, Bernard James Freeman
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