[Intro: Pitbull & Brisco]
You know we had to remix this thing right here (Haha, uh)
(Dade County) Yeah
Rich, back that up dog (Dade County)
She gon' do [?]
It's that lil chico Pitbull (Como, Dade County)
Reporting you live from 305, yeah (Dade County, como)
This that Dade-that Dade-that Dade County (Dade County)
Eeeeeeeyoooooo
[Verse 1: Pitbull]
We always on the lookout for them boys (What)
Them crackers, them jack boys
On the [?] with them slabs, them crack boys
You got to know who is who and what is what 'round here 'cause they ain't playin' down here
You got the strippers in the club
And only God knows what they'll do for a dub
You tryna pay in college, come on mami, give it up (Hahaha)
That's story gettin' old, these streets stay hot and our blood stays cold (Woo)
We deep in this Dade County system
Put your buddy's face on a shirt just to show how you miss him (RIP)
Put that thang to buddy face and let him know, hey
You can end up missin', now show us where the liq is (Hahaha)
Haitians, Cubans, they'll show you what the brick is
Meet 'em at the motel, executive of princess
Never personal, hey, always business
Miami's here now so y'all cancel [Chris?] (Woo)
[Chorus: Brisco]
You might be the police, police
Go and get the hell from 'round me ('Round me)
You might be one of them jack boys (Jack boys)
So come around and get clapped boy (Clapped boy, who you is?)
You might be the police, police
Go and get the hell from 'round me ('Round me)
You might be one of them jack boys (Jack boys, Chris, yeah)
So come around and get clapped boy (Yeah, clapped boy, remix, who you is?)
[Verse 2: Brisco]
I'm in the Dade County trap (Uh), [?] Dade County [?] (Yeah)
Dade County [?] (Okay), Dade County [?] (Uh-huh)
I'm in the Six on the strip, I see Pit with Lil Jon (What up boy?)
[?] nice [?] they need to re-up on the [?] (Yeah)
I'm from the Opa-Locka slums (Uh-huh), [?] Opa-Locka [?] (Okay)
Jack boys run up, we pull them Opa-Locka guns (Hol' up)
[?] five we here, you know them Poe Boys major
It's somethin' stick shift that'll fly by hating (Haha)
A26 down to [?] road [?] ([?] road [?])
You in the belly of the beast with goops and [?], like
Twizzums tear down our [?] (Yeah), hit your [?] water boy
Touche brisks, and we all evadin' [?]
I'm runnin' from Hialeah and Metro P.D (Yeah)
Scared to go to Broward 'cause they share [?] (Woah)
They wonder why I walk around with the east (With the east)
I'm from the M.I.A. streets and you might be the police
[Chorus: Brisco]
You might be the police, police
Go and get the hell from 'round me ('Round me)
You might be one of them jack boys (Jack boys)
So come around and get clapped boy (Clapped boy, who you is?)
You might be the police, police
Go and get the hell from 'round me ('Round me)
You might be one of them jack boys (Jack boys)
So come around and get clapped boy (Uh, clapped boy, this the remix, who you is?)
[Verse 3: Brisco]
Guess who's biz-ack (Uh), from the capital of [?] (Yeah)
This your boy Bris with Miami on my biz-ack (Poe boy)
Spit so swift, got the majors like who that (Yeah)
A young cool cat from the bottom of the map (Uh)
Dade County third bread (Uh-huh), not even want to throw us bread
I took her to the studio and used [?] (Hahaha)
Haters come creep, creep, so I throw 'em led
Me and Pitbull at your door, [?] go to bed
They [prayed?] wrong, niggas yappin' at an early age (Uh)
I got a tech nine and send that ass to a early grave
When them choppers spray, ain't too good for that rib cage
I take you to the forest, go to woods and get my rent paid
[Chorus: Brisco]
You might be the police, police
Go and get the hell from 'round me ('Round me)
You might be one of them jack boys (Jack boys)
So come around and get clapped boy (Clapped boy, who you is?)
You might be the police, police
Go and get the hell from 'round me ('Round me)
You might be one of them jack boys (Jack boys)
So come around and get clapped boy (Clapped boy, who you is?)
