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)