Rock Bottom Pitbull (Ft. Bun B & Cubo)

[Intro: Bun B]
I'd advise you to turn back, It's not safe

[Chorus]
Rock, rock bottom on the map (Where it's at)
Rock, rock bottom on the map (Where's it at)
Rock, rock bottom on the map (Where it's at, where's it at)
Bottom on the map (Where's it at)

[Verse 1: Cubo]
I'm a Dade county nigga, I rest my team
Triple my dough with a triple beam
Laid back in the back with a gat on my lap
And a fat sack ready to serve a fiend
I live a dream and work my spot
I ain't talking about cooking rocks
I'm talkin' 'bout that shit you blow
When you ride around and you push that drop
Blueberry, I put you down, 38 might get you a pound
34, how the fuck you sound and 33 get a bitch shot down
Come down to Overtown
Where them boys roll with a four pound
And and 4-5 with a deuce-deuce
Piccolo boys they get loose, watch out, Cubo's coming
Coming through when he spitting something
Some of y'all ain't spitting nothing, frontin' like you killing (what)
I'ma rep 305 till the day that I die
You niggas got a problem with a nigga like me
In the club, then shit, we could go outside
Let 'em fly, grab the clip, load the clip, shoot the clip
Y'all niggas don't want no beef with me
I'm telling you, niggas, seriously
Ain't nothing wrong with bangers
Leave a nigga cooked like angus
Niggas wanna drop but they ain't us
I'm telling y'all niggas we dangerous