We Don’t Care About Ya Pitbull (Ft. Cubo)

Yeah Yeah
Que Vuelta?
Di le nota (Di le nota)
You know who it is
For all these bustas and haters

[Hook]
We don't care about yo clique
We don't care about yo crew
We don't care about yo bitch
We don't care what you do
We don't care about your car
We don't care about your chips
We don't care about shit
Accept getting rich

[Verse 1: Pitbull]
Now that Lil Jon has opened the door, it's over, dawg
This that new south, that's it, it's over y'all
No more warning, y'all, we tired of getting over looked
You want beef? then I hope you like it over-cooked
Oh and for that bread, it's whatever, man
I'm fully prepared to pump lead
At any nigga that wanna bump heads
So bring it but when them things go Rr-rr-rr-rringing
Someones gonna get hit and that's a fact, not an opinion
I'm building my connects and that there is dangerous
Didn't your mother teach you not to talk to strangers?
Then why are you in my ear talking all the shit
Just 'cause I'm Cuban doesn't mean I flip bricks
So stop asking me the price on them thangs down here
Cause that one of them thangs that get you killed 'round here
I don't care who you are, who you might be
But I'd rather die, then let an undercover bite me