We Don't Care About Ya

[Intro: Pitbull] Yeah, yeah, (Hahaha), yeah, (We don't care about ya) Que Vuelta? (We don't care about ya, como?) Di le nota (Di le nota, we don't care about ya, we don't care about ya) You know who it is man (Uh, we don't care about ya) For all these bustas and haters, you know (We don't care about ya, hahaha) Uh-huh, uh-huh (We don't care about ya, we don't care about ya) Uh-huh (We don't care about ya, we don't care about ya) [Chorus: Pitbull] 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] Now that Lil Jon has opened the door, it's over, dawg (Uh-huh) This that new south, that's it, it's over y'all (Woo) No more warning y'all (Uh-huh), we tired of getting over looked (Yeah) You want beef? Then I hope you like it over-cooked (Oh) Oh and for that bread, it's whatever, man (Uh-huh) I'm fully prepared to pump lead at any nigga that wanna bump heads So bring it (Uh-huh), but when them things go rr-rr-rr-rringing Someone's gonna get hit and that's a fact, not an opinion (Woo) I'm building my connects and that there is dangerous (Oh yeah) Didn't your mother teach you not to talk to strangers? (Hahaha) Then why are you in my ear talking all the shit Just 'cause I'm Cuban doesn't mean I flip bricks (Oh) So stop asking me the price on them thangs down here 'Cause that one of them thangs that get you killed 'round here I don't care who you are, who you might be But I'd rather die, then let an undercover bite me [Chorus: Pitbull & Cubo] 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 We don't care about yo clique (Yeah) We don't care about yo crew (Yeah) We don't care about yo bitch (Yeah) We don't care what you do (Yeah) We don't care about your car (Yeah) We don't care about your chips (Yeah) We don't care about shit Accept getting rich [Verse 2: Cubo] I'm in this bitch now, y'all niggas better get ready I'm ready for whatever y'all want, boy, but it ain't nothing pretty Y'all wanna start shit, tell me what y'all wanna do Me, Pit, DB, we don't care about [?] I don't care about slanging them thangs Back 'em spraying them thangs [?] If you get [roped?] just homie don't mention my name (Blocka) That's exactly what I'm spitting mane Homie, don't make me have to blow 'em chopper mane Cause I can spit it-spit it, however you want it-want it My peoples is with it-with it, we about that money-money And I do anything that I have to do to get that money mane Miami, Money is a major issue mane (Dade County, 305) They, they don't understand What we about to do We about to shit on this game We about to shit on your crew (Yeah) Pitbull don't care about ya Cubo don't care about ya DB don't care about ya We-we don't care about ya [Chorus: Pitbull] 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 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 3: Pitbull] This game is scandalous (Uh-huh) The more money you make, the more you're prone to get hold off in an ambulance (Ow) That's why I stay to myself in the cut where I can't be seen Ears open, mouth shut just watching thangs And if it pops off, I pop up, both popping things Guns, I was taught proper to cop and aim Run, when you hear that blocka mane (P-rr-rr-rrat) That's the sound of the chopper mane Just let me know exactly what it is you trying to do Cause we can both dance with the devil, dawg, it's all on you Like basketball, if you shoot you better follow through In a casket dawg, who the fucks gon' follow you? [Chorus: Pitbull] 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 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 [Outro: Pitbull] Yeah (Hahaha) Once again my friend (We don't care about ya) I'ma be the first Latin rapper from the South Shut shit the fuck down (Haha, we don't care about ya) And I got Lil Jon to vouch for that The King of the South (We don't care about ya, ha) And Uncle Luke will tell you the same shit (We don't care about ya) So get ready niggas (We don't care about ya) Pitbull, DB, Lil Jon (Ahh, we don't care about ya) Y'all ain't ready for this shit Haha, suckas (We don't care about ya)