Miami Shit Lyrics - El Mariel - Pitbull

Introducing 

Mr. 

Three, yeah, 

O, yeah 

Five 

Hop in the bucket and haul ass 

F**k em, Hop in the bucket and haul ass 

F**k em, Hop in the bucket and haul ass 

F**k em, Hop in the bucket and haul ass 

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This is for them boys on there way to Tennesse listening to M.J.G 

breaking dem birds and 8-balls 

Be careful with them keys 

Don't hesitate to squeeze 

Watch out for them feds 'cause they hate y'all 

Bank accounts overseas 

when them feds come for me all they gon find is cd's no weight dog 

But wait dog 

'cause Pit is back, bigger badder stronger its alright you can hate dog 

But don't be surprised if a chico do you like they can escape then blow your motha f**kin face off 

who the f**k wanna face off 

'cause I'm willing and ready to cock, aim and bang 

Show the world what it means to be born and raised 

In the home of the 'Canes thats the county of Dade 

well they used to shoot straight phase now they shoot ak's 

So if they kick in your door I suggest you do what they say 

These are the facts of life minus them three bitches 

They don't rap no more 

All they do is snitchin 

I went from no pot to piss in 

To gettin taught how to whip up a pot in the kitchen 

Listen 

Cook Cook whip whip chop chop oh 

Hear the shots don't look stop drop roll 

Hit the block tell them fiends stop cop go 

Used to be my life but not no more 

F**k em, hop in the bucket and haul ass 

F**k em, hop in the bucket and haul ass 

F**k em, hop in the bucket and haul ass 

F**k em, hop in the bucket and haul ass 

Take my banana clip to a banana click 

Now thats some Miami shit 

Give me your big old shit 

With a ton of bricks 

Now thats some Miami shit 

Chevys on 22's 24's' 26 

Now thats some Miami shit 

Thats right thats what thats right thats what thats right 

I'm from Miami bitch 

I eat sleep shit talk rap 

See that seven forty five LI yeah I bought that 

They never thought but I thought that 

Give em a brick baking soda and a beaka and its brought back 

Pyrex to be exact I bring it back 

How you want it from the stove or the microwave? 

How you want it? how yella? or light brown 

I Feel like Method Man I got him feenin with they pipes out 

Let's ride out and reminisce on them days 

When dey used to jack tourists everyday in Dade 

Thats how JT Money got his name 

Miami all it equals is tons of cocaine 

This is what we grew up and 

Learned to do 

These cubans'll teach you bout a bird or two 

Keep acting like these boys won't murder you 

Down here the sun ain't the only thing burning you 

This where the bitches go two ways 

Niggas love gunplay 

And a triangle equals a one way 

If you know what I'm talking bout then you from Dade 

If you don't then welcome to where I been raised 

The bottom 

Welcome to where I been raised 

The crib 

Welcome to where I been raised 

Magic city 

Welcome to where I been raised 

305 County of Dade 

(Let's Ride) 

Hop in the bucket and haul ass step on the gas step on the gas 

F**k em, hop in the bucket and haul ass step on the gas step on the gas 

Take my banana clip to a banana click 

Now thats some Miami shit 

Give me your big old shit 

With a ton of bricks 

Now thats some Miami shit 

Chevys on 22's 24's' 26 

Now thats some Miami shit 

Thats right thats what thats right thats what thats right 

I'm from Miami bitch 

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