Pitbull - Miami Shit lyrics

Mr three, yeah o, yeah five
Hop in the bucket and haul ass
Fuck em, Hop in the bucket and haul ass
Fuck em, Hop in the bucket and haul ass
Fuck em, Hop in the bucket and haul ass

This is for them boys on there
Way to Tennesse listening to MJG
Breaking dem birds and 8 balls
Be careful with them keys
Don't hesitate to squeeze
Watch out for them feds
'cause they hate y'all
Bank accounts overseas
When them feds come for me all they
Gon find is cd's no weight dog but wait dog
'cause Pit is back
Bigger badder stronger it's alright
You can hate dog but don't be surprised if a
Chico do you like they
Can escape then blow your
Motha fuckin face off
Who the fuck wanna face off
'cause I'm willing and ready to cock
Aim and bang show the world what it means
To be born and raised
In the home of the 'Canes
Thats the county of Dade
Well they used to shoot straight
Phase now they shoot ak's
So if they kick in your door I
Suggest you do what they say
These are the facts of life
Minus them three bitches
They don't rap no more
All they do is snitchin
I went from no pot to piss in
To gettin taught how to whip up
A pot in the kitchen listen
Cook Cook whip whip chop chop oh
Hear the shots don't look stop drop roll
Hit the block tell them fiends stop cop go
Used to be my life but not no more

Fuck em, hop in the bucket and haul ass
Fuck em, hop in the bucket and haul ass
Fuck em, hop in the bucket and haul ass
Fuck em, hop in the bucket and haul ass

Take my banana clip to a banana click
Now thats some Miami shit
Give me your big old shit
With a ton of bricks
Now thats some Miami shit
Chevys on 22's 24's' 26
Now thats some Miami shit

Thats right thats what thats right
Thats what thats right i'm from Miami bitch

I eat sleep shit talk rap
See that seven forty five LI
Yeah I bought that
They never thought but I thought that
Give em a brick baking soda and
A beaka and it's brought back
Pyrex to be exact I bring it back
How you want it from the
Stove or the microwave?
How you want it? how yella? or light brown
I Feel like Method Man I got
Him feenin with they pipes out
Let's ride out and reminisce on them days
When dey used to jack
Tourists everyday in Dade
Thats how JT Money got his name
Miami all it equals is tons of cocaine
This is what we grew up and learned to do
These cubans'll teach you bout a bird or two
Keep acting like these boys won't murder you
Down here the sun ain't the
Only thing burning you
This where the bitches go two ways
Niggas love gunplay
And a triangle equals a one way
If you know what I'm talking
Bout then you from Dade
If you don't then welcome to
Where I been raised the bottom
Welcome to where I been raised the crib
Welcome to where I been raised magic city
Welcome 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 gas fuck em
Hop in the bucket and haul ass step
On the gas step on the gas

Take my banana clip to a banana click
Now thats some Miami shit
Give me your big old shit
With a ton of bricks
Now thats some Miami shit
Chevys on 22's 24's' 26
Now thats some Miami shit
Thats right thats what thats right
Thats what thats right i'm from Miami bitch

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