Santeria

[Intro] If you don't have my money for me I'll crack your fuckin' head wide open In front of everybody in the bank And just about the time that I'm comin' out of jail Hopefully, you'll be comin' out of your coma And guess what? I'll split your fuckin' head open again 'Cause I'm fuckin' stupid Pitbull, not ready Concentration camp, Dark ave', huh? Ha [Verse 1] I spit it the best like pregnant pussy Stand on the ledge and they are to push me I'm over the top, I'm into those fully automatics I'm over the Glock, bitches like "Ooh, ahh, Pit is hot" Hot on the track or hot in her asshole? Hot when I pull out and let that nut splash her Like Mike "Peosa" Pitbull will catch ya Niggas wanna hurt me, mad 'cause I spread like herpes Contagious with the flow, danger, hit the floor One in the chamber, oh, and there's plenty more But that just came from the jaw just ain't ready for The serious, seriously, you're gonna die And like a coward, no more that y'all ain't ready to ride I'm tryin' to get rid of you guys Fuck your family ties Over an onion, these niggas'll make you really cry [Chorus] I'm too smart, too calm, too cool Too grimy, too dirty, too rude Too street, too snake, too smooth A Pitbull is too stupid to lose I'm too smart, too calm, too cool Too grimy, too dirty, too rude Too street, too snake, too smooth A Pitbull is too stupid to lose (Oh, yeah) [Verse 2] Get some bakin' soda and some pure coke A bitch that cooks, and you gon' smell what the rock is cookin' I'm from the state that's shaped like a gun That's how we gon' step to the war, so when it's cocked, ya better duck or run Here goes another one Now that the bottom is properly represented off that plate, you better save me some I'm starvin' to eat, I'm carvin' your meat with a fully auto And greet y'all Teflon niggas with nothin' but hollows My mottos are hard to follow After the DUI, it's hard to catch me in the VIP poppin' a bottle, no Poppin' a model, yes Once I get that chance I'll holla at y'all niggas so that y'all can run through her next Like C. Wallace, is there life after death? Huh? Now that puzzles me, like the Bay of Pigs, I'ma shit on the US Told y'all, can't muzzle me [Chorus] I'm too smart, too calm, too cool Too grimy, too dirty, too rude Too street, too snake, too smooth A Pitbull is too stupid to lose I'm too smart, too calm, too cool Too grimy, too dirty, too rude Too street, too snake, too smooth A Pitbull is too stupid to lose (Oh, yeah) [Verse 3] When I drop, y'all albums are gettin' pushed back Like convos, Latin bitches gon' askin', "Who's dat?" ¿Quién es ese blanco como la leche ojos azules? There becomes one with the beat con mas roz que un gandile Like the first and fifteenth, y'all get cut like checks Or get cut like coke Or get cut like a bad athlete when this badass heat Spit some badass heat at your badass niece (Woo) I wanna see you talk now And since you talk what you walk, I wanna see you walk now With no knees See what happens when you and your so-called "cold Ds, flossin' blow Gs," y'all ain't ready fo' me I'm too smart, too calm, too cool Just one bullet to hit three of y'all fools Left three, hit two dead, and one bruised Three, two, one, you loose [Chorus] I'm too smart, too calm, too cool Too grimy, too dirty, too rude Too street, too snake, too smooth A Pitbull is too stupid to lose I'm too smart, too calm, too cool Too grimy, too dirty, too rude Too street, too snake, too smooth A Pitbull is too stupid to lose (Oh, yeah)