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Dirty

(feat. Bun B)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! (Eeeeeeeyooooouuu!)(Verse 1) (Pitbull)

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, its 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 its 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

Cuz the last thing you wanna do is get lost, cause it might just cost ya life

Y'all heard about the smash-&-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!

(Chorus)

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!

(Repeat 2x)(Verse 2) (Bun B)

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 g'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 guerillas see then peel ya

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

serve ya, for ya or for ya (Feel it!)

You pussy niggaz been hatin on us for too long

So we finna prove you wrong, teach you hoes a new song (thats whats up)

Cuz 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!

(Chorus)

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!

(Repeat 2x)(Verse 3) (Pitbull)

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

Cuz 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 niggaz 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!(Chorus)

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, they make 'em dirty!

(Repeat 2x)

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