Might Be The Police Brisco (Ft. Pitbull)

We gon' take it from the bottom
(M I A M I to Houston)
H-town, Pitbull, Bun B

My dogg Demi, keep ya head up, I gotchu, I promise
All my chicos, I gotchu, I promise
Miami, I gotchu, I promise
I'ma take over this bitch, I promise
So get ready mothafuckaz, this is not a game
(Eee, yoo, uuu)

I'm from the dirty, dirty, where a lot of these cats mix the weed
With the coke and blow dirty, we're off the chain meng
Rap game, crack game, cut it, cook it, chop it, record it
Album shop it, it's all the same thang

Y'all look at these blue skies and think paradise
I look at these blue skies and think what a disguise
That's why it's called the Magic City, it's a treat to your eyes
Cross the bridge and it'll fuck with ya mind

Word of advice, don't follow the streets, follow the signs
'Cause the last thing you wanna do is get lost
'Cause it might just cost ya life
Y'all heard about the smash and grabs
So watch where you put the map on the dash