305 In Paris

[Intro] We're gonna skate to one song, one song only Ball so hard, motherfuckers wanna fine me [Interlude: Jamie Drastik] This is that, Mr. 305 Inc shit But we turned it into some worldwide shit So it's only right we make a stop in Paris Chico! [Chorus: Pitbull] Flow so hard that chico get crazy Este chico esta loco Flow so hard that chico get crazy Este chico esta loco Flow so hard that chico get crazy Este chico esta loco Flow so hard that chico get crazy Este chico esta loco [Verse 1: Pitbull] Catch a chico in Paris getting money like arabs Divorced from the game but the streets and I pledge marriage I’m allergic to the fake, I’m from the land of cake Gloves, mask, tape, choppers open safe (gimme that) Funny talk no phone, I’m sorry Papa, no sale Down here yeah they got weight But I’m sorry papa no scale Banana clips they pop Pop pop pop pop pop pill Think they won’t they will and they just die in the kill Bowling, bad one, always behind me Room full of, billionaires that's where you'll find me So far ahead in the game They can’t catch me if they rewind me Pull the trigger yourself blow your brains out and don’t mind me [Chorus: Pitbull & Jamie Drastik] Flow so hard that chico get crazy Este chico esta loco (What you say?) Flow so hard that chico get crazy Este chico esta loco (What you say?) Flow so hard that chico get crazy Este chico esta loco (What you say?) Flow so hard that chico get crazy (Jamie) Este chico esta loco [Verse 2: Jamie Drastik] Flow so hard, motherfuckers wanna sign me But Pitbull signed me So when then fuck getting on wanna try to meet me I decline economy, flow so hard, I'm G-Rated That don't mean I'm animated That means all the odd worths all stacked against me, animated Flow so hard like what deal, like what tour, like what will It takes for this white boy to get what you fucks feel Flow so hard, I could scare, we ain't even supposed to be here 50,000 seats sold out, now my motherfucker in that chair Flow so hard, I need that minus all your feedback We took over them pop charts We might need them streets back My checks look like typos, you're nowhere near this level So when I say I'm like Michael, I'm the one with eight medals And Chris say I'm doing right, if you ask me, cause I was him I would marry Kim and Kourtney, What's happening, my hunky? What's crackin', my cracker? I heard all your new shit Could that get any wacker? I'm from a town where even your mama ride I live by that do or die when they play this, a ben-lift It still gonna be homicide, I'm from that 8-4-5 But in the 305 with the sweedish show chi like take that Toma! [Chorus: Pitbull] Flow so hard that chico get crazy Este chico esta loco Flow so hard that chico get crazy Este chico esta loco Flow so hard that chico get crazy Este chico esta loco Flow so hard that chico get crazy Este chico esta loco