Lyrics:
Keep your circle tight
Trust no one, nobody (nobody, nobody, no no no)
DJ Khaled!
Gotta be careful who you trusting
Be aware of your
A lotta killas round me
Yeah, from the get go
This young nigga been a pitbull
You better ask about me
Niggas know, we been thuggin' from the get go
Niggas
-P Barrett-D. Colins - T.T. Hall-
Original guerilla Tony Rebel ah talk
And you know me always a talk from mi heart
You shoulda know that man
change my ways.
And it's a part of you, I never wanna lose.
I'll do anything you want me to.
Like any other day, I know I'll find a way
And if ever I
sick
I don't even like to celebrate on Christmas
Ay,
I know some bitches who gone tell me where you at
I know some niggas sell they soul just for a check
on a walnut
I'm G'd up but I'm all nuts
Or coocoo, or loco
But I'm just fine with a 9 and trade ocho
Stay the fuck away from me if you talk to popo
don't want to mess with me
I seek in your girl's box, and cover your publicity
Sequence first, and drop the facts on DAT
Chorus
drown
If you come through then you
Know it's goin' down
Hit it from the back have
You screamin' out Loud
You told me to pull up girl
I'm on my way now
now
Caught em by surprise Jack in the box I'm in my bag now
The world changing around me they don't know how to act now
How you cut the strings then ask
[Intro: Too $hort (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]
Bitch you knew I was a dog when you met me
How you gonna get mad at me now?
'cause I got bitches.. everywhere
they walk
Since the first day in it, I made a promise to myself
I was gonna make it happen, that's the way I felt
You know Philly never scared, play
to ante up
Anyway, each and every day, I'm looking for a better way
You owe me, you better pay
Ghost, let the beretta spray
Hood want uncut dope
to ante up
Anyway, each and every day, I'm looking for a better way
You owe me, you better pay
Ghost, let the beretta spray
Hood want uncut dope
Ha
No more pain
I represent real Hip Hop
Not necessarily old school
You hear that beat that's foreign
And my brother Noex told me to do this shit
So
you on the streets wit ya jingling hoes
Keep talking about me and I'll keep pimping
Just bring me that money and take this last whipping
How can one man
Prop Boys back in town
Backblock boys, pop boys, back you down
I ask is it me, or is it really them
Yea I'm young
But y'all ain't never gonna big Willy
real quick
You dig me
I know how it feels to be walking In the fucking rain
People saying suck it up cause they Don't feel your fucking pain
Thinking I
my doors
My nuts play ping-pong from the noise;
You can hear me from a block away
I'm sitting next to your ass and cant hear what you got to say
My
you more and more
Soon you'll see that it was
Me you were searchin' for
Spring love, come back to me
Spring love, come back to me
I need you and I want
Tonight, I'm comin' home
(I'm comin' home)
Dogs will be dogs
(I know you feel me, baby)
No leash in sight
Leave the door open
I'm comin' home tonight
Lil bitch come here
Lil bitch come here
Lil bitch come here
I know you like me by your stare
Pull off (Pull off Skrrt)
Now we shifting gears
Take you
With my Spanish girl, Valeria
Super freaky but she acting diva
And all she wants to do is tease a boy that’s
Why she give me neck kisses
When I
but I can't so you know
That's a bit too hard to explain (uno, dos, tres, cuatro)
Baila en la calle de noche (yeah)
Baila en la calle de día (let's
Toby Love
Scott Little, ay
It's that little chico Pitbull
Now let me see you go to work on that strip pole
I love it when you work that, hit
Discuss these i know you want me calle ocho by pitbull Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In