M.I.A.M.I. lyrics

Everytime i see you, youre trying to take me home
And it makes me wonder, if we were to get it on
Would you take the time to touch me.. (touch me)
And take me in to extacyy yeahh

[chorus x2]
And i wonder if i take you home
Would you give me your love baby
Would you fufill my fantasys
Or would you just admit wrong (would you just admit wrong)
Mami whats up with you

One time for my freaks
That know what to do when I
Skeet, Skeet! That like it
Hard, rough, face down, ass up
Yes sir! That like their hair pulled
When you beat from da back
That’s what I like
But mami can you really get down like that?

[Chorus]
She’s Freaky! She knows how to do what I like just right!
She’s Freaky! She likes you to talk dirty all night!

(feat. Trick Daddy)

[Verse 1]
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
Aint a god damn thing
That can't be bought on these streets
You want a life gone
That could be done

(feat. Cubo)

Yeah Yeah
Que Vuelta?
Di le nota (Di le nota)
You know who it is
For all these bustas and haters

[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1 (Pitbull)]

It’s that little Chico Pitbull
This my way of letting my City know
I’ll ride for ‘em! I’ll Cry for ‘em!
Bust five for ‘em! And most of all,
FUCKING DIE FOR ‘EM!!
[Repeat 4x]
HEY 305! TILL I DIE!

[Chorus Repeat 2x]
I’ll ride for my muthafucking click! For my click!
I’ll die for my muthafucking click! For my click!

[Chorus]
[Repeat 3x]
Oye Loca! Ven pa’ca! Come here!

What!
Muevelo, muevelo sin parar!
Let’s Go! Como!
Si tu quiere’ que te coma toda,
Si tu quiere’ que te coma toda,
Si tu quiere’ que te coma toda,
Abre las pierna’, y dale Toma!
I’ma make that thang bounce!
I’ma make that thang shake!
I’ma make that thang clap!

(feat. Lil' Jon)

[Intro - Lil' Jon (Pitbull)]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Lets go (Let's go)
Right about now, we need all the ladies to hit the danceflo'
(Dominicana) If you got a big ol' booty (Cubana, Mexicana)
And you like to set that motherfucker, let's go! (Colombiana) (Boricua)
Pitbull, Lil' Jon, Heey, Heey!

[Hook - Pitbull]

[Intro]
Dammit man (Lil Jon), D-D-Dammit man
(Pitbull) D-D-Dammit man, D-D-Dammit man
Dammit man (Lil Jon), D-D-Dammit man
(Pitbull) D-D-Dammit man, D-D-Dammit man

[Chorus]
When you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man!
(Dammit man!) [4x]
(What? Fuck with us, what)
Y'all really can't fuck with us
(Fuck with us, what)
Y'all really can't fuck with us

(feat. Lil Jon, Fat Joe)

[Lil Jon]
What What What What YEEEAAA!
Pitbull in this! This Lil Jon Chekin in Where my T golds at!
[Chorus]
Twentyfo's on my truck that's nasty
They spin when you stop that's nasty
Twentyfo's on my truck that's nasty
They spin when you stop that's nasty

[Lil Jon]
WHAT WHAT AAAA LETS GO!

[Pitbull]
Pitbulls chillin the bottom wit no deals

[Intro:]
Woo
Yeah
Pitbull
Db
Big star
Oh, oh

[Chorus:]
Haters in the club (back up)
Go get guns (back up)
Don't make us (back up)
I suggest, I suggest that you (back up)
[Verse 1:]
I'm in the club and I cut into the scene
Couple of pair fray fool smocking the green
She's got her hand on my nuts what does that mean?
Its one of her friends and she said there tag team

[Verse 1]
Yo, he went from a street kid doin regular street things
Straight to a street king
Takin over the city, block by block
Breakin down bricks, servin em rock by rock
He's everything a young gun wanna grow up to be
But if only these young guns could see
That murder, money and lust, is slowly murderin us
Cause the drug game aint what it used to be

Hee’s baaacckk!!
To rip on this track, I’ll rip any broad
I don’t care, white or black!
Hee’s baaacckk!
If Pit’s on da job, then there’s no need to worry
Dog just hurry up and wait,
Cuz I aint Going no where anytime soon
Sick what these rappers wanna be?
That’s me, times 2
Now…
Get ready for me to take over this game

(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)]

[Chorus repeat 2x]
Ohh
Girl you better (ohh)
St-Stop playin (ohh)
Bitch what'cha waitin for
Get your ass on the floor
You know the night was good
When you wake up in the morning
With a cloudy piss
You know how i do
Gimme the vodka skip the cris
Im at the bar feelin like 50 takin like 9 shots
I got like 9 broads takin em with me why stop
Now im bouncin from broad to broad

Baby you aint got to front (front, front)
Shorty cuz I want you
Baby you aint got to front (front, front)
Shorty cuz I want you
Baby you aint got to front if you look for me
Baby you aint got to front if you look for me
Shorty cuz I want you

[Chorus]
Baby you aint got to front if you look for me
All you gotta do is believe me
Shorty cuz I want you
I wanna show you ooh shake it up