Текст песни Pitbull f Trick Daddy - Melting Pot
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(Verse 1)I`m not a thugNo, no, no, noI`m not a gangstaBut I won`t hesitateTo cock back, bust and point blank yaLord thank yaI`m like that coke and weedWhen it burn slowMotherfucker I`ll stank yaThats what I beenTaught on these streetsAint a god damn thingThat can`t be bought on these streetsYou want a life goneThat could be doneI`m like a nigga that did ten yearsI`m eager to comeIn the gameAnd do more than entertainI`m loco in the brainI`m that man with the methodsAnd I always bring the painThey know me out hereAll these bitches cocaineCause they blow me out hereI`m always out hereY`all keep it realBut I keep it realerIma make my first mill off the dealBut I`m still gon be labeledA cuban dope dealerI`m just statin the factsMotherfucker(Chorus)I hang with Puerto Ricans andHaitian killers andCuban dope dealersAnd these here my niggazI ride for `emAnd god dammit I`d die for `em (2X)(Verse 2)I got that really foulKung flo flowI`m tryna get that really foulKung do doeBut you dont know me homieSo dont judge meI rep the real MiamiThats why the city loves meThe feds wanna bug meHaters wanna slug meI thank GodCause he`s the only thing thats above meY`all gon feel me till it hurtsLikeLosin your family over someone elses workOrLosin your case cause your co-defendent chirpedOrLosin your brain cause them thangs done burpedIt gets worseThis is for thoseThat`ll never see the sun againThat`ll pick through shitFor a balloon just to get it inThis is what was fed to himThis is why the game let him in hereBeing me (me)Being Pit (Pit)Being ItPitbull and Trick (Trick)Both from the down southBitch we from the bottom, shit(Chorus)(Verse 3) - Trick DaddyLord your son got problemsAnd I know that you knowCause you made this all possibleI live a dangerous ass life you knowSo I thank you for your doctors and your hospitalsThank God for the thugs tooHe understand what these drugs doHe wanna see us all pull throughBut only if niggaz in the hood knewHell, prayin ain`t wrongBut the sqeezin triggerCould you go kill a innocent manWhile these weak niggaz grillin his endThey tellin ya dawgReducin they buisnessIf I wasnt doin thisThen I`d go do him inCause if he was deadHe couldnt say he knew me thenFor them niggaz who lieWhen they pull me inIts in the same older cell that they threw me inAnd I just pray for `em(Chorus)