Santeria

If you don't have my money for me

I'll crack your fuckin' head wide open

In front of everybody in the bank

And just about the time that I'm comin' out of jail

Hopefully, you'll be comin' out of your coma

And guess what? I'll split your fuckin' head open again

'Cause I'm fuckin' stupid

Pitbull

Not ready, concentration camp

Dark ave', huh?

I spit it the best like pregnant pussy

Stand on the ledge and they oughta push me

I'm over the top, I'm into those fully automatics

I'm over the glock, bitches be like, "Ooh-ah, Pit is hot"

I on the track or I in her asshole

Like when I pull out and let that nuts splash her

Like Mike Peossa, Pitbull will catch you

Niggers wanna hurt me 'cause I spread like herpes

Contagious with the flow, danger, hit the floor

One in the chamber, oh and there's plenty more

But that just came from the jar, just ain't ready for

They serious, seriously you're gonna die

And like a coward, no motor, that you ain't ready to ride

I'm tryin' to get ready you guys

Fuck your family ties

Over an onion these niggas will make you really cry

I'm too smart, too calm, too cool

Too grimy, too dirty, too rude

Too street, too snake, too smooth

A Pitbull is too stupid to lose

I'm too smart, too calm, too cool

Too grimy, too dirty, too rude

Too street, too snake, too smooth

A Pitbull is too stupid to lose

Get some baking soda and some pure coke

A bitch that cooks and you gon' smell what the rock is cookin'

I'm from the state that's shaped like a gun

That's how we gon' step to the war

So when it's cocked you'd better duck or run

Here goes another one

Now that the bottom is properly represented

Off that plate y'all better save me some

I'm starvin' to eat, I'm carvin' your meat with a fully auto

And greet y'all teflon niggas with nothin' but hollows

My mottos are hard to follow

After the DUI it's hard to catch me in the VIP poppin' a bottle

No, poppin' a model, yes

Once I get that chance I'll holla at y'all niggas

That way y'all can run to her next

Like C Wallace, is there life after death?

Now that puzzles me like the Bay of Pigs

I'ma shit on the US, top dogs can't muscle me

I'm too smart, too calm, too cool

Too grimy, too dirty, too rude

Too street, too snake, too smooth

A Pitbull is too stupid to lose

I'm too smart, too calm, too cool

Too grimy, too dirty, too rude

Too street, too snake, too smooth

A Pitbull is too stupid to lose

When I drop your albums are gettin' push back

Like corn rows lettin' bitches gon' ask me, "Who's that?"

¿Quién es ese blanco como la leche?

Ojos azules, that becomes home with the beat con pico de arroz y gandules

Like the first and fifteenth y'all get cut like checks or get cut like coke

Or get cut like a badass athlete, when this badass heat

Spit some badass heat at your badass niece

I wanna see you talk now and since you talk what you walk

I wanna see you walk now, with no knees

See what happens when you and your so called cold D's

Flossin' blow G's, y'all ain't ready for me

I'm too smart, too calm, too cool

Use one bullet to hit three, all y'all fools

Left three hit, two dead, and one bruised

Three, two, one, you lose

I'm too smart, too calm, too cool

Too grimy, too dirty, too rude

Too street, too snake, too smooth

A Pitbull is too stupid to lose

I'm too smart, too calm, too cool

Too grimy, too dirty, too rude

Too street, too snake, too smooth

A Pitbull is too stupid to lose