Testo Where You At? - Don Dinero feat. Pitbull & Vanessa
Testo della canzone Where You At? (Don Dinero feat. Pitbull & Vanessa), tratta dall'album Que Bola! Cuban Connection
Where you at? My ladies where you at?
Shake it mami cause I like it like that
Miami where you at? Where you at? Where you at?
Where you at? My fellas where you at?
All my thugs that are sipping on yak
Miami where you at? Where you at? Where you at?
Pit I can't complain, it's still Don Dinero
Ain't a damn thing changed
I still spit fuego, still get brains
Still keep it ghetto, simple and plain
(Where you at?) Mami I'm over here
With an ounce of Crip and a case of beer
We popping bottles like it's a brand new year
Cause I'm about to blow like the sum of all fears
Shake it mami cause I like it like that
Hips that rock, ass that's fat
Smack it up and I'll give it right back
I don't care where you from, it's where you at
I don't care how much you had, it's how much you got
Don't get me started pana cause I'm hard to stop
This shit is hot, your shit is not, plain is plain
Where you at? My ladies where you at?
Shake it mami cause I like it like that
Miami where you at? Where you at? Where you at?
Where you at? My fellas where you at?
All my thugs that are sipping on yak
Miami where you at? Where you at? Where you at?
Dinero no te preocupes que Pitbull es un hombre sincero
De donde crece la palma so cogelo con calma
I'm from the bottom to the top, we about to have it locked
Like a pit's jaw when it bites dog
If it wasn't for this rap game
I'd have sixteen in the clip with one
In the chamber ready to pipe y'all
Treat haters like Tina Turner and Ike y'all
Don Dinero, Pitbull, two Cubans in heaven waiting to shit on this game
So I hope y'all got Lysol
Cause it's about to get ugly
Only this time we gon' build a chain without weak links, just think
But enough about that
All my single mami's put your hands up so I can see where you at
And even if y'all got a man, ojos que no ven, corazón que no siente
What y'all think about that? Holla back, where you at?
Where you at? My ladies where you at?
Shake it mami cause I like it like that
Miami where you at? Where you at? Where you at?
Where you at? My fellas where you at?
All my thugs that are sipping on yak
Miami where you at? Where you at? Where you at?
Honey, is it true you in love with the money?
Is that the reason you lie and cheat on your hubby?
Late night, tricking with you and your buddies
Where you at? I got a house on the beach, who's coming?
You can't ride, but pana you can start running
Why you hide when you ain't looking for nothing?
You switch sides, I remixed it and kept it bumping
Cuban connection, wanna be starting something
I'm Don Dinero, I stand on my own
And like Nas I need one microphone
One beat that'll put me in the zone
A bag of Crip and pana it's on
Where you at? My ladies where you at?
Shake it mami cause I like it like that
Miami where you at? Where you at? Where you at?
Where you at? My fellas where you at?
All my thugs that are sipping on yak
Miami where you at? Where you at? Where you at?
Where you at? My ladies where you at?
Shake it mami cause I like it like that
Miami where you at? Where you at? Where you at?
Where you at? My fellas where you at?
All my thugs that are sipping on yak
Miami where you at? Where you at? Where you at?
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Louis Diamond, Adam Nathaniel Yauch, Eric Barrier, William Griffin, Malik Izaak Taylor, Ali Shaheed Jones-muhammad, Rick Rubin, James Brown, Adam Keefe Horovitz, Bobby Byrd, John W. Davis, Charles A. Bobbit, S. Cullins
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