We Don't Care Bout Ya Lyrics - Miami - Pitbull

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 

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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 

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 niggas 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 

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? hold 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 

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 niggas 

Pitbull, DB, Lil Jon 

Ya'll ain't ready for this shit 

HAHA, Suckas