Cubo, Pitbull, W. Thomas, T. Simons - Oh No He Didn’t lyrics
Pitbull [Armando Christian Pérez] Miami, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Cubo, Pitbull, W. Thomas, T. Simons - Oh No He Didn’t lyrics]
Mr perez do you swear to tell the truth
The whole truth
And nothin' but the truth, so help you God?
Fuck you, honor
Pit is back for another one
This time he's back harder, stronger, and
And and a little more troublesome
Double the guns, guns
Double the funds, funds
Double the bitches, bitches
Double the fun, fun
We can take it to the north, then
Bring it to the south, the dirty, dirty
Where they got them choppers
Choppers and them 30, 30's
You can be a hell of an elephant, nigga
You ain't gotta be intelligent
To see that's irrelevant, nigga
Size and shit when they firing clips
You ain't a thug or a gangsta
Stop lyin' you bitch
I see you study 2Pac like a history lesson
His murder was a mystery that
Made history bridgin' but
No matter how much juice he had
When it came to the law
He got no poetic justice
That's the truth dawg
The what? That's the truth dawg
Truth hurts, but, but
But that's the truth dawg
Oh, oh no he didn't oh, oh yes he did
Oh, oh no he didn't yes he did, yes he did
Oh, oh no he didn't oh, oh yes he did
Oh, oh no he didn't yes he did, yes he did
Oh, oh no I didn't oh, oh yes I did
C-U-B-O gonna rip it up
Y'all don't want that extra clip
I'm from Miami, man
Pretty some y'all understand
Understand I'm the man
Move them thangs hand to hand
I open shop, shop, takeover yo block, block
Pull up on that thang slow, everybody stop
Stop i'm a stunna, baby
Hustla, baby get it, baby take it, baby
Drive 'em crazy
Now really, have you see me lately?
There he comes, there he goes
Where he flows, people know he gon' blow
He been talking get, get, get, get that dough
Y'all hear that blocka, blocka
So call the doctor, doctor
I deal what I deal
When the bottom talk, the choppers chopper
So get ready for Cubo
'cause they say he gon' blow
Get, get ready for what? Get ready for Cubo
So get ready for Cubo
'cause they say he gon' blow
Get, get ready for what? Get ready for Cubo
Oh, oh no he didn't oh, oh yes he did
Oh, oh no he didn't yes he did, yes he did
Oh, oh no he didn't oh, oh yes he did
Oh, oh no he didn't yes he did, yes he did
Verse two don't make me flip out
Turn around and hurt you
I ain't the violent type, I'm a nice guy
Light skin, light eyes
Who dreamed of a totally
Totally different type of American sliced pie
Two point one seven eight, exact weight
If it's that raw like the south
Here to turn base
If ya smart when you see that murder
Turn yo' face
Fuck DNA bitch, nigga we'll burn the place
If ya don't see me at the crib
Mean I'm on the road
Puttin' food on the table for my kids
All my hungry hustlas made it
Stick to your ribs
Ain't too many hustlas that can do what I did
I stay on my grizzle fo' shizzle, fo' shizzle
Thanks to my nizzle little jizzle
I'm off them hizzle fo' shizzle
The what? That's the truth dawg
Truth hurts, but, but
But that's the truth dawg
Oh, oh no he didn't oh, oh yes he did
Oh, oh no he didn't yes he did, yes he did
Oh, oh no he didn't oh, oh yes he did
Oh, oh no he didn't yes he did, yes he did
The whole truth
And nothin' but the truth, so help you God?
Fuck you, honor
Pit is back for another one
This time he's back harder, stronger, and
And and a little more troublesome
Double the guns, guns
Double the funds, funds
Double the bitches, bitches
Double the fun, fun
We can take it to the north, then
Bring it to the south, the dirty, dirty
Where they got them choppers
Choppers and them 30, 30's
You can be a hell of an elephant, nigga
You ain't gotta be intelligent
To see that's irrelevant, nigga
Size and shit when they firing clips
You ain't a thug or a gangsta
Stop lyin' you bitch
I see you study 2Pac like a history lesson
His murder was a mystery that
Made history bridgin' but
No matter how much juice he had
When it came to the law
He got no poetic justice
That's the truth dawg
The what? That's the truth dawg
Truth hurts, but, but
But that's the truth dawg
Oh, oh no he didn't oh, oh yes he did
Oh, oh no he didn't yes he did, yes he did
Oh, oh no he didn't oh, oh yes he did
Oh, oh no he didn't yes he did, yes he did
Oh, oh no I didn't oh, oh yes I did
C-U-B-O gonna rip it up
Y'all don't want that extra clip
I'm from Miami, man
Pretty some y'all understand
Understand I'm the man
Move them thangs hand to hand
I open shop, shop, takeover yo block, block
Pull up on that thang slow, everybody stop
Stop i'm a stunna, baby
Hustla, baby get it, baby take it, baby
Drive 'em crazy
Now really, have you see me lately?
There he comes, there he goes
Where he flows, people know he gon' blow
He been talking get, get, get, get that dough
Y'all hear that blocka, blocka
So call the doctor, doctor
I deal what I deal
When the bottom talk, the choppers chopper
So get ready for Cubo
'cause they say he gon' blow
Get, get ready for what? Get ready for Cubo
So get ready for Cubo
'cause they say he gon' blow
Get, get ready for what? Get ready for Cubo
Oh, oh no he didn't oh, oh yes he did
Oh, oh no he didn't yes he did, yes he did
Oh, oh no he didn't oh, oh yes he did
Oh, oh no he didn't yes he did, yes he did
Verse two don't make me flip out
Turn around and hurt you
I ain't the violent type, I'm a nice guy
Light skin, light eyes
Who dreamed of a totally
Totally different type of American sliced pie
Two point one seven eight, exact weight
If it's that raw like the south
Here to turn base
If ya smart when you see that murder
Turn yo' face
Fuck DNA bitch, nigga we'll burn the place
If ya don't see me at the crib
Mean I'm on the road
Puttin' food on the table for my kids
All my hungry hustlas made it
Stick to your ribs
Ain't too many hustlas that can do what I did
I stay on my grizzle fo' shizzle, fo' shizzle
Thanks to my nizzle little jizzle
I'm off them hizzle fo' shizzle
The what? That's the truth dawg
Truth hurts, but, but
But that's the truth dawg
Oh, oh no he didn't oh, oh yes he did
Oh, oh no he didn't yes he did, yes he did
Oh, oh no he didn't oh, oh yes he did
Oh, oh no he didn't yes he did, yes he did