BreakBeat
When I crossfade a verse in
I can never get enough man
Trust me
Chaz will never bluff man
Hustling
I'm always into something
Now I know I must bring
The kush in
I'm as wild as a mustang
Yeeehaa
I've been doing this
Ever since knee high
We ride for the South CY
La la la la la la la la
Come with me
And witness a raw breed
A machine
That's taking on your whole team
Your whole crew
Cuz I got the whole nine
It's war time for those
Who got no spine
No rhymes
And no real flow
I slap you in the face with them
And keep keep you on you're toes
Cuz when I let go of my shit
I make you trip
Cuz I'm true to the game
And game is what I kick
Like this
You'll be barking up the wrong tree
Like a little Shih Tzu
Well it's cool
Cuz you're fucking with Pit Bull
It's true that this dude
Would diss you
With the killer syllables
And finish you
Lyrically diminish you
In no time at all
And spit these bars
And expose who you really are
Your shit soft
The opposite of hard
You're a fake MC
And a wannabe rap star
Shake it bounce it
Grind on me
Now drop to the floor
Then climb on me
Grind on me
Just a little bit more
Then we can get a drink
And slip out the back door
Then pause
And pose for a picture
Post it on Facebook
And say that I was with 'cha
Thanks to the liquor
You're looking like a ten
I'll bring Blanco
And you can bring your best friend
I can never get enough man
Trust me
Chaz will never bluff man
Hustling
I'm always into something
Now I know I must bring
The kush in
I'm as wild as a mustang
Yeeehaa
I've been doing this
Ever since knee high
We ride for the South CY
La la la la la la la la
Come with me
And witness a raw breed
A machine
That's taking on your whole team
Your whole crew
Cuz I got the whole nine
It's war time for those
Who got no spine
No rhymes
And no real flow
I slap you in the face with them
And keep keep you on you're toes
Cuz when I let go of my shit
I make you trip
Cuz I'm true to the game
And game is what I kick
Like this
You'll be barking up the wrong tree
Like a little Shih Tzu
Well it's cool
Cuz you're fucking with Pit Bull
It's true that this dude
Would diss you
With the killer syllables
And finish you
Lyrically diminish you
In no time at all
And spit these bars
And expose who you really are
Your shit soft
The opposite of hard
You're a fake MC
And a wannabe rap star
Shake it bounce it
Grind on me
Now drop to the floor
Then climb on me
Grind on me
Just a little bit more
Then we can get a drink
And slip out the back door
Then pause
And pose for a picture
Post it on Facebook
And say that I was with 'cha
Thanks to the liquor
You're looking like a ten
I'll bring Blanco
And you can bring your best friend
Credits
Writer(s): Kyriakos Georgiou
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