Lyrics:
That's a handful
Everyday I dog a different bitch
I'm a pitbull
Watch where the fuck you steppin'
Nigga 'cause my cup full
I can shoot at you all
Day
reppin'
Satanic like a cleric
Leavin' your mom hysteric
Shank your face with a kitchen knife
'till ya look like John Merrick
I'm full of gore
Brutal like
Louis you bring out the best in me
I wake up in the morning, good man by my side
Tank full of gas and coffee for the ride
Ms Fitzgerald got the songs
bald men
Decided to write songs to teach Mouseketeers to sing
I stick Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors
So she gets fifty years of bad luck
three-hundred dollars to get my pitbull an abortion
Some bitch asked for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed
I drop bombs like
full of lead
Everyone in the crew knew what I said
would mean by morning, somebody else soon would be dead
Let's peel their caps back
The cars
to make a fist.
Everybody die, gon' bury me alive.
Grab life by the horns, put the bullshit aside.
Glock clip full like the moon in the sky.
I'm at the gas
avoid it, like a cig with nicotine
And notice when I do some s**t, I always do it right
Who knew I could shine bright without any of the limelight?
Don't
Get full, and niggaz, niggaz,
pop, pop, lock, lock to the, to the beat, beat
As if pitbulls went out of style, made a vow to myself
If it's for
Ready to go man, fuck is the money
My boy like them white girls, pasty bunnies
When I step lil' hoes be attracted like puppies, yeah yeah yeah
Pitbull
Rang di tu white e black tera till ni
Pitbull deya gaaneya Di lagdi tu reel ni
Rang di tu white e black tera till ni
Pitbull deya gaaneya Di lagdi
an impeccable back
In the whole of St james's
The smartest of names is
The name of this Brummell of Cats
And we're all of us proud to
Be nodded or bowed to
By
mi put yuh pon the news
Two unknown killers pon yuh ends yuh ah walk thru
Wait till everybody come out then we take life by the group
St. Paul addi
My life was full of misery
Baby bottles full of lean
And raws full of fucking green
Almost alone, just a small and lil loyal team
Circles so tight,
chock full of salt
Said I was born with a bad hand
Never learned what was right or wrong
Open the gates St. Peter
This is where I belong
Open the gates
living by the book
We fill the jails in France, Uzes and Italy
Never do dirt in our own land
That shit's forbidden, G
Hoxha singing from the top
Everything is already set on the table
On the 1st of December
And trees are covered by a mantle of frozen water
And there’re children
who play games
that is full of liquor
Trying to be clean toa stain kwenye heart
Lost in a dream and I'm tyrna wake up
21st century slaves
Bound by the 21st century
up
Chance is here then gone on by like yesterday
Let's run away this century love
Girl let's get out of town
I got a pocket full of money, to get us
mind your business
I'm a connoisseur better check my monitor
Had it all from the dirt
I was groomed by the block
Could put your face on a shirt
I was
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
to the sky
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With a sleigh full of toys and St. Nicholas too
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
and that the best
Yeah
From the 1st yard line
You're behind the times
We see that you're blind
So tell me, do you feel me?
If it's built by design
Is it
At least try to act fine
Cause I'm the nigga wit the best hand
You poochie, you look like my pitbull
Stretched the fuck out your stretch pants
You fuckin
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