Letra de Melting Pot - Pitbull

(Feat. Trick Daddy)

Yeah, they can take off the handcuffs off too

Trick, Pit, Khaled, Miami

Movement, better said, revolution

Drop and we ain't got

Nigga

I'm not a thug (No, no, no, no)

I'm not a gangsta, but I won't hesitate

To cock back, bust and point blank ya

Lord thank ya, I'm like that coke and weed

When it burn slow, motherfucker, I'll stank ya

Thats what I been, taught on these streets

Ain't a goddamn thing that can't be bought on these streets

You want a life gone, that could be done

I'm like a nigga that did ten years, I'm eager to come

In the game and do more than entertain, I'm loco in the brain

I'm that man with the methods and I always bring the pain

They know me out here, all these bitches cocaine

Cause they blow me out here, I'm always out here

Y'all keep it real, but I keep it realer

I'ma make my first mill off the deal

But I'm still gon' be labeled a cuban dope dealer

I'm just stating the facts, motherfucker

I hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers

And Cuban dope dealers

And these here my niggas, I ride for 'em

And god dammit I'd die for 'em

I hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers

And Cuban dope dealers

And these here my niggas, I ride for 'em

And god dammit, I'd die for 'em

I got that really foul kung flo flow

I'm tryna get that really foul, kung do doe

But you don't know me, homie

So don't judge me, I rep the real Miami

Thats why the city loves me, the feds wanna bug me

Haters wanna slug me, I thank God

Cause he's the only thing that's above me

Y'all gon feel me till it hurts like

Losin your family over someone else's work

Or losing your case cause your co-defendent chirped

Or losing your brain cause them thangs done burped

It gets worse, this is for those that'll never see the sun again

That'll pick through shit for a balloon just to get it in

This is what was fed to him

This is why the game let him in here

Being me (me), being Pit (Pit), being It

Pitbull and Trick (Trick)

Both from the down south

Bitch we from the bottom, shit

I hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers

And Cuban dope dealers

And these here my niggas, I ride for 'em

And god dammit I'd die for 'em

I hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers

And Cuban dope dealers

And these here my niggas, I ride for 'em

And god dammit I'd die for 'em

Lord, your son got problems and I know that you know

Cause you made this all possible

I live a dangerous ass life you know

So, I thank you for your doctors and your hospitals

Thank God for thugs too, he understand what these drugs do

He wanna see us all pull through

But only if niggas in the hood knew, hell

Prayin' ain't wrong but the squeezing trigger

Could you go kill a innocent man

While these weak niggas grilling his end

They telling ya dawg reducin' they buisness

If I wasn't doin this, then I'd go do him in

Cause if he was dead, he couldn't say he knew me then

For them niggas who lie when they pull me in

Its in the same older cell that they threw me in

And I just pray for 'em

I hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers

And Cuban dope dealers

And these here my niggas, I ride for 'em

And god dammit I'd die for 'em

I hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers

And Cuban dope dealers

And these here my niggas, I ride for 'em

And god dammit I'd die for 'em

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