Lyrics Melting Pot - Pitbull
I'm
not
a
thug
No,
no,
no,
no
I'm
not
a
gangsta
But
I
won't
hesitate
To
cock
back,
bust
and
point
blank
ya
Lord
thank
ya
I'm
like
that
coke
and
weed
When
it
burn
slow
Motherfucker
I'll
stank
ya
Thats
what
I
been
Taught
on
these
streets
Aint
a
god
damn
thing
That
can't
be
bought
on
these
streets
You
want
a
life
gone
That
could
be
done
I'm
like
a
nigga
that
did
ten
years
I'm
eager
to
come
In
the
game
And
do
more
than
entertain
I'm
loco
in
the
brain
I'm
that
man
with
the
methods
And
I
always
bring
the
pain
They
know
me
out
here
All
these
bitches
cocaine
Cause
they
blow
me
out
here
I'm
always
out
here
Y'all
keep
it
real
But
I
keep
it
realer
Ima
make
my
first
mill
off
the
deal
But
I'm
still
gon
be
labeled
A
cuban
dope
dealer
I'm
just
statin
the
facts
Motherfucker
()
I
hang
with
Puerto
Ricans
and
Haitian
killers
and
Cuban
dope
dealers
And
these
here
my
niggaz
I
ride
for
'em
And
god
dammit
I'd
die
for
'em
(2)
I
got
that
really
foul
Kung
flo
flow
I'm
tryna
get
that
really
foul
Kung
do
doe
But
you
dont
know
me
homie
So
dont
judge
me
I
rep
the
real
Miami
Thats
why
the
city
loves
me
The
feds
wanna
bug
me
Haters
wanna
slug
me
I
thank
God
Cause
he's
the
only
thing
thats
above
me
Y'all
gon
feel
me
till
it
hurts
Like
Losin
your
family
over
someone
elses
work
Or
Losin
your
case
cause
your
co-defendent
chirped
Or
Losin
your
brain
cause
them
thangs
done
burped
It
gets
worse
This
is
for
those
That'll
never
see
the
sun
again
That'll
pick
through
shit
For
a
balloon
just
to
get
it
in
This
is
what
was
fed
to
him
This
is
why
the
game
let
him
in
here
Being
me
(me)
Being
Pit
(Pit)
Being
It
Pitbull
and
Trick
(Trick)
Both
from
the
down
south
Bitch
we
from
the
bottom,
shit
()
(3)
- Trick
Daddy
Lord
your
son
got
problems
And
I
know
that
you
know
Cause
you
made
this
all
possible
I
live
a
dangerous
ass
life
you
know
So
I
thank
you
for
your
doctors
and
your
hospitals
Thank
God
for
the
thugs
too
He
understand
what
these
drugs
do
He
wanna
see
us
all
pull
through
But
only
if
niggaz
in
the
hood
knew
Hell,
prayin
ain't
wrong
But
the
sqeezin
trigger
Could
you
go
kill
a
innocent
man
While
these
weak
niggaz
grillin
his
end
They
tellin
ya
dawg
Reducin
they
buisness
If
I
wasnt
doin
this
Then
I'd
go
do
him
in
Cause
if
he
was
dead
He
couldnt
say
he
knew
me
then
For
them
niggaz
who
lie
When
they
pull
me
in
Its
in
the
same
older
cell
that
they
threw
me
in
And
I
just
pray
for
'em
()
1 Culo
2 Culo
3 305 Anthem
4 Shake It Up
5 Dammit Man
6 Dammit Man
7 Dirty
8 Get On The Floor
9 Get On the Floor
10 I Wonder
11 I Wonder
12 Toma
13 Toma
14 Shake It Up
15 Dammit Man
16 Hustler's Withdrawal
17 Melting Pot
18 Melting Pot
19 Back Up
20 That's Nasty
21 That's Nasty
22 That's Nasty
23 We Don't Care Bout Ya
24 We Don't Care Bout Ya
25 Culo (Miami Mix)
26 Culo Miami Mix
27 She's Freaky
28 Hurry Up and Wait
29 305 Anthem
30 Dirty
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