Might Be The Police - Pitbull

Letra de Might Be The Police - Pitbull

INFORMACIÓN DEL SENCILLO:

​"Might Be The Police"​ es una canción interpretada por ​Pitbull, publicada en el álbum Money Is Still A Major Issue

Fecha de lanzamiento: 15 de noviembre del año 2005. 

Letra Might Be The Police - Pitbull

We gon' take it from the bottom

(M I A M I to Houston)

H-town, Pitbull, Bun B


My dogg Demi, keep ya head up, I gotchu, I promise

All my chicos, I gotchu, I promise

Miami, I gotchu, I promise

I'ma take over this bitch, I promise

So get ready mothafuckaz, this is not a game

(Eee, yoo, uuu)


I'm from the dirty, dirty, where a lot of these cats mix the weed

With the coke and blow dirty, we're off the chain meng

Rap game, crack game, cut it, cook it, chop it, record it

Album shop it, it's all the same thang


Y'all look at these blue skies and think paradise

I look at these blue skies and think what a disguise

That's why it's called the Magic City, it's a treat to your eyes

Cross the bridge and it'll fuck with ya mind


Word of advice, don't follow the streets, follow the signs

'Cause the last thing you wanna do is get lost

'Cause it might just cost ya life

Y'all heard about the smash and grabs

So watch where you put the map on the dash


'Cause they might end up clapping ya ass

Why you think the traffic lights, they blink at late night?

They don't want you to stop 'cause the streets'll be filled wit red stripes

Like Jamaican beer, we fry 'em like bacon here

Yo life'll get taken here, I just thought I should make it clear, yeah


Everything we do is dirty

We pull up in the drop, it's dirty

We pound that twat, dirty

Miami, we're dirty


Where they lace 'em, roll 'em

Smoke 'em and blow 'em dirty

Guns they hold 'em

If they clean dogg, we make 'em dirty


Everything we do is dirty

We pull up in the drop, it's dirty

We pound that twat, dirty

Miami, we're dirty


Where they lace 'em, roll 'em

Smoke 'em and blow 'em dirty

Guns they hold 'em

If they clean dogg, we make 'em dirty


Straight up outta Texas, the reckless, PA to be exact

Where the streets is cutthroat and fiends kill you for a G of crack

8 Gg's and Cadillacs, Chevys cut on the deltas

Might swang up on ya then hurt ya, nobody here gon' help ya


2000 heltah skelta, talking bout families and killers

Vicious like silver back guerrillas, see then peel ya

Niggas down here ain't tryna feel ya, see ya, hear ya, know ya

Serve ya, for ya or for ya

(Feel it)


You pussy niggas been hatin' on us for too long

So we finna prove you wrong, teach you hoes a new song

(That's whats up)

'Cause the time is now

(Now)

The place is here

(Here)


I could smell you scared nigga, I could taste your fear

Go make it clear and move the smoke outta yo eyes

So that when everything go down

It won't be no kind of surprise


And I got no time for yo lies

(No time for lies)

Save 'em for Peter

Just remember my name, I'm facing my heater

(Bitch)

Let's get it dirty


Everything we do is dirty

We pull up in the drop, it's dirty

We pound that twat, dirty

Miami, we're dirty


Where they lace 'em, roll 'em

Smoke 'em and blow 'em dirty

Guns they hold 'em

If they clean dogg, we make 'em dirty


Everything we do is dirty

We pull up in the drop, it's dirty

We pound that twat, dirty

Miami, we're dirty


Where they lace 'em, roll 'em

Smoke 'em and blow 'em dirty

Guns they hold 'em

If they clean dogg, we make 'em dirty


These boys from the bottom are obsessed with old school Chevys

We call 'em verts and donks, some we call box Chevys

Seven-duece, seven-trey, seven-four, seven-five

M I A M I till I die, 3 0 5


Candy paint and leather, they don't fuck wit nothing but dubs or better

Y'all call 'em street sweepers, we call 'em choppers

'Cause when the bullets spit they spin like helicopters

This city's filled with crooked coppers and crooked doctors


So how could these streets not be filled with crooked bitches?

And niggas, cocaine cooking, brick flipping bitches, trippin' for figures

This Cuban has seen it, heard about it and lived it

That's why I spit it so vivid, you got it, I want it, you give it


This is for everybody in county, TGK

Metro West and Stockade doing time

And if you got more than 365

And you're up the road rep MIA with pride, that's right


Everything we do is dirty

We pull up in the drop, it's dirty

We pound that twat, dirty

Miami, we're dirty


Where they lace 'em, roll 'em

Smoke 'em and blow 'em dirty

Guns they hold 'em

If they clean dogg, we make 'em dirty


Everything we do is dirty

We pull up in the drop, it's dirty

We pound that twat, dirty

Miami, we're dirty


Where they lace 'em, roll 'em

Smoke 'em and blow 'em dirty

Guns they hold 'em

If they clean dogg, we make 'em dirty

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