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