Pitbull - Miami Shit Lyrics | FAST DOWNLOAD

Introducing Mr. Three, yeah,O, yeahFiveHop in the bucket and haul ass F**k em, Hop in the bucket and haul ass F**k em, Hop in the bucket and haul ass F**k em, Hop in the bucket and haul ass This is for them boys on there way to Tennesse listening to M.J.G breaking dem birds and 8-ballsBe careful with them keysDon't hesitate to squeezeWatch out for them feds 'cause they hate y'allBank accounts overseas when them feds come for me all they gon find is cd's no weight dogBut wait dog'cause Pit is back, bigger badder stronger its alright you can hate dogBut don't be surprised if a chico do you like they can escape then blow your motha f**kin face offwho the f**k wanna face off'cause I'm willing and ready to cock, aim and bangShow the world what it means to be born and raisedIn the home of the 'Canes thats the county of Dadewell they used to shoot straight phase now they shoot ak'sSo if they kick in your door I suggest you do what they sayThese are the facts of life minus them three bitchesThey don't rap no moreAll they do is snitchinI went from no pot to piss inTo gettin taught how to whip up a pot in the kitchenListenCook Cook whip whip chop chop ohHear the shots don't look stop drop rollHit the block tell them fiends stop cop goUsed to be my life but not no moreF**k em, hop in the bucket and haul assF**k em, hop in the bucket and haul assF**k em, hop in the bucket and haul assF**k em, hop in the bucket and haul assTake my banana clip to a banana clickNow thats some Miami shitGive me your big old shitWith a ton of bricksNow thats some Miami shitChevys on 22's 24's' 26Now thats some Miami shit[Miami Shit lyrics on http://www.elyricsworld.com]Thats right thats what thats right thats what thats rightI'm from Miami bitchI eat sleep shit talk rapSee that seven forty five LI yeah I bought thatThey never thought but I thought thatGive em a brick baking soda and a beaka and its brought backPyrex to be exact I bring it backHow you want it from the stove or the microwave?How you want it? how yella? or light brownI Feel like Method Man I got him feenin with they pipes outLet's ride out and reminisce on them daysWhen dey used to jack tourists everyday in DadeThats how JT Money got his nameMiami all it equals is tons of cocaineThis is what we grew up andLearned to doThese cubans'll teach you bout a bird or twoKeep acting like these boys won't murder youDown here the sun ain't the only thing burning youThis where the bitches go two waysNiggas love gunplayAnd a triangle equals a one wayIf you know what I'm talking bout then you from DadeIf you don't then welcome to where I been raised The bottomWelcome to where I been raised The cribWelcome to where I been raised Magic cityWelcome to where I been raised 305 County of Dade(Let's Ride)Hop in the bucket and haul ass step on the gas step on the gasF**k em, hop in the bucket and haul ass step on the gas step on the gasTake my banana clip to a banana clickNow thats some Miami shitGive me your big old shitWith a ton of bricksNow thats some Miami shitChevys on 22's 24's' 26Now thats some Miami shitThats right thats what thats right thats what thats rightI'm from Miami bitchOutro