[Intro: Lil Jon, Pitbull & Lil Scrappy]
What! What! (Oh, let's go)
(It's the Nasty Beatmakers!)
Remix, yeah
Pitbull in this bitch
Me, it's your boy Lil Jon checking in
Scrappy, where my chicos at? (Fat Joe)
Let's go!
[Hook: Scrabby & Lil Jon]
Ven aquí, mami, you know nasty (That's nasty)
Ven aquí, mami, you know nasty (That's nasty)
Ven aquí, mami, you know nasty (That's nasty)
Ven aquí, mami, you know nasty (That's nasty)
[Verse 1: Pitbull]
Pitbull and Joe Crack on the same track, that's a problem
We can get more money than rich, poor and AZ get in Harlem
Rob from the rich, give to the poor, welcome to the bottom
Where the cocaine in the old school Chevy game is more than a hobby
I'm telling you these boys down here are very heavy, mayn
Their alphabet is study six O's but really it's a number game
A two point-two thang, but look
What happen to cuts in Biscayne, there's no escape
You gotta be careful, mayn, 'cause jealous one's envy
When you're on top, everybody's friendly
But you still gotta be ready to cock, aim and squeeze
'Til it's empty, the Lord sent me to do what I'm doing
Move how I'm moving, prove when I'm proving
It's Cuban they losing, dog, I jam like a TEC and flow like an Uzi
Ya tu sabe', if you're hitting on me, me canto madre
[?] ahora, dale compadre, camacho, who gonna buy?
It's that chico Pitbull with Fat Joe
And if y'all don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
What! What! (Oh, let's go)
(It's the Nasty Beatmakers!)
Remix, yeah
Pitbull in this bitch
Me, it's your boy Lil Jon checking in
Scrappy, where my chicos at? (Fat Joe)
Let's go!
[Hook: Scrabby & Lil Jon]
Ven aquí, mami, you know nasty (That's nasty)
Ven aquí, mami, you know nasty (That's nasty)
Ven aquí, mami, you know nasty (That's nasty)
Ven aquí, mami, you know nasty (That's nasty)
[Verse 1: Pitbull]
Pitbull and Joe Crack on the same track, that's a problem
We can get more money than rich, poor and AZ get in Harlem
Rob from the rich, give to the poor, welcome to the bottom
Where the cocaine in the old school Chevy game is more than a hobby
I'm telling you these boys down here are very heavy, mayn
Their alphabet is study six O's but really it's a number game
A two point-two thang, but look
What happen to cuts in Biscayne, there's no escape
You gotta be careful, mayn, 'cause jealous one's envy
When you're on top, everybody's friendly
But you still gotta be ready to cock, aim and squeeze
'Til it's empty, the Lord sent me to do what I'm doing
Move how I'm moving, prove when I'm proving
It's Cuban they losing, dog, I jam like a TEC and flow like an Uzi
Ya tu sabe', if you're hitting on me, me canto madre
[?] ahora, dale compadre, camacho, who gonna buy?
It's that chico Pitbull with Fat Joe
And if y'all don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
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