Give Them What They Ask For Lyrics - Rebelution - Pitbull

Fuck that club 

(Shit) 

They want that thug 

(Shit) 

But I ain't no thug 

(Bitch) 

And I ain't no gangsta 

(Bitch) 

I'm a hustler, ho 

And I got no problem if you want it 

You can get it, boy, I bust you 

Anybody wanna test? Hi, who? Me 

P I to the motherfuckin' T 

It's not my fault that your bitch chose me 

Now her and her girlfriend wanna do me 

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This is for them boys in them Chevys sittin' 

On them King James, them two, threes 

And if you got a problem with me 

Holla at my lawyer, bitch, sue me 

I'm tired of the fuck boy rap 

Fuck boy this, fuck boy that 

Watch a couple movies and they put it in they rhyme 

Wanna be fiddlers, I'm straight, you get shot nine times 

Ten years in the game since ninety nine 

I was speakin' my mind, yes sir 

And then shit changed, if you got a problem 

Bitch cross that kinda line 

I'ma give 'em what they ask for 

What they want, that street talk 

I'ma give 'em what they ask for 

What they want, that chopper talk 

I'ma give 'em what they ask for 

What they want, that dope talk 

I'ma give 'em what they ask for 

That trap boy, jack boy shit 

I'ma tell y'all boy, y'all boys got me fucked up 

(Yeah, straight up) 

Better duck when them things buck, I ain't nigga boy 

Nigga what? Nigga who? Who the fuck is you? 

Talkin' to me like you know me 

Ain't your dog, ain't your buddy, ain't your homie 

Nah brah not me and if you spit it better live it 

Better in fact, better show me 

I'ma make em say, uhh 

Not even Master P could crack like this 

And you ain't never seen a chico in the gang 

This raw since pawn that could rap like this 

(TS) 

I hear them and they raps about the coke 

And the crack and the click to the clack 

But to me it's chit chat 

Blam, motherfucker, take that, now 

I'ma give 'em what they ask for 

What they want, that street talk 

I'ma give 'em what they ask for 

What they want, that chopper talk 

I'ma give 'em what they ask for 

What they want, that dope talk 

I'ma give 'em what they ask for 

That trap boy, jack boy shit 

I'ma spit it, flip it, rip it for them boys 

Makin' digits off the coke when they whip it 

Ride a stick, double clip it 

One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi 

Cock back, click it, blam 

Poppin' what you think is last 

What you wanna do is get found 

In a trunk in a lake and stankin' 

I took my money from the shoe box 

Now I bank it, foolish, ain't it? 

I'ma give 'em what they ask for 

What they want, that street talk 

I'ma give 'em what they ask for 

What they want, that chopper talk 

I'ma give 'em what they ask for 

What they want, that dope talk 

I'ma give 'em what they ask for 

That trap boy, jack boy shit 

I'ma give 'em what they ask for 

What they want, that street talk 

I'ma give 'em what they ask for 

What they want, that chopper talk 

I'ma give 'em what they ask for 

What they want, that dope talk 

I'ma give 'em what they ask for 

That trap boy, jack boy shit 

Fuck that club 

(Shit) 

They want that thug 

(Shit) 

But I ain't no thug 

(Bitch) 

And I ain't no gangsta 

(Bitch) 

I'm a hustler, ho 

And I got no problem if you want it 

You can get it, boy, I bust you