PITBULL FEAT.CUBO - WE DON'T CARE ABOUT YA SONGLYRICS
Yeah Yeah!! Que Vuelta? Di le nota (Di le nota), You know who it is, For all these bustas and haters, We don't care about yo clique, We don't care about yo crew, We don't care about yo bitch, We don't care what you do, We don't care about your car, We don't care about your chips, We don't care about shit, accept getting rich
Now that Little Jon has opened the door, It's over dawg, This that new south, That's it, it's over ya'll, No more warning ya'll, We tired of getting over looked, You want beef? then I hope you like it over-cooked, Oh and for that bread, It's whatever man
I'm fully prepared to pump lead, At any nigga that wanna bump heads, So bring it, But when them things go Rr-rr-rr-rringing, Someones gonna get hit, And that's a fact, not an opinion
I'm buiding my connects, And that there is dangerous, Didn't your mother teach you, Not to talk to strangers? Then why are you in my ear talking all the shit, Just 'cause I'm cuban doesn't mean I flip bricks
So stop asking me the price on them thangs down here, 'Cause that one of them thangs that get chu killed 'round here, I don't care who you are, who you might be, But I'd rather die, then let an undercover bite me
We don't care about yo clique, We don't care about yo crew, We don't care about yo bitch, We don't care what you do, We don't care about your car, We don't care about your chips, We don't care about shit, accept getting rich
I'm in this bitch now, Ya'll niggaz better get ready, I'm ready for whatever ya'll want, Boy, but it ain't nothing pretty, Ya'll wanna start shit, Tell me what ya'll wanna do, Me, Pit, DB, we don't care about? I don't care about slanging them thangs, Back 'em spraying them thangs
If you get ? just homie don't mention my name, BLAKAH, that's exactly what I'm spitting meng, Homie, don't make me have to blow 'em chopper meng, 'Cause I can spit it spit it, However you want it want it, My peoples is with it with it, We about that money money, And I do anything that I have to do to get that money meng
Miami, Money is a major issue meng, They, They don't understand
What we about to do, We about to shit on this game, We about to shit on your crew, Pitbull don't care about ya, Cubo don't care about ya, DB don't care about ya, We, We don't care about ya
We don't care about yo clique, We don't care about yo crew, We don't care about yo bitch, We don't care what you do, We don't care about your car, We don't care about your chips, We don't care about shit, accept getting rich
This game is scandalous, The more money you make, The more your prone to get hauld off in an ambulance, AOWoo! That's why I say to myself in the cut, Man I can't be seen, Ears open, mouth shut
Just watching thangs, And if it pops off, I pop up, both popping than, Guns, I was taught proper, To cop and aim, Run, when you hear that Blakah meng, P-rr-rr-rrat!! That's the sound of the chopper meng, Just let me know exactly what it is you trying to do
'Cause we can both dance with the devil, dawg, It's all on you, Like basktetball, if you shoot you better follow threw, In a casket dawg, who the fucks gon follow you?
We don't care about yo clique, We don't care about yo crew, We don't care about yo bitch, We don't care what you do, We don't care about your car, We don't care about your chips, We don't care about shit, accept getting rich
Yeah, once again my friend, Imma be the first latin rapper from the South, Shut shit the fuck down, And I got Lil Jon to bounced to that
The King of the South, And Uncle Luke will tell you the same shit
So get ready niggaz, Pitbull, DB, Lil Jon, Ya'll ain't ready for this shit, HAHA, Suckas