Dirty Pitbull (Ft. Bun B)

[Intro: 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 got you, I promise!
All my chicos, I got you, I promise!
Miami, I got you, I promise!
I'mma take over this bitch, I promise!
So get ready mothafuckaz this is not a game!!

[Verse 1: Pitbull]
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, its 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 its 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
Cuz the last thing you wanna do is get lost
Cause it might just cost ya life
Y'all heard about the smash-&-grabs
So watch where you put the map on the dash
Cause they might end up clapping ya ass
Why you think the traffic lights, they blink at late night
They don't want you to stop cause the streets'll be filled wit red stripes
Like Jamaican beer, we fry 'em like bacon here
Yo life'll get taken here, I just thought I should make it clear, Yeah!!