City of Gods Pitbull (Ft. Trick Daddy)

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Pa-ra pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
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Pa-ra pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
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Pa-ra pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
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[Verse 1: Pitbull]
Woke up this mornin' with my pockets on E
Fuck being broke men, this shit ain't for me
I'm lookin' for a lick, them boys sitting on them bricks
Makin' it rain in the club, outside jack boy shit
Making them strip, kicking the dough
Drop that shit, hit that flow
Blow that shit, that's the show
'Cause if you do them things would go pa

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Pa-ra pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa
Pa-ra pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa
Pa-ra pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa
Pa-ra pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa