paroles de chanson A Little Story - Intro - Pitbull
School
ya'll
to
somethin
right
quick
Sit
down,
open
your
ears,
close
your
eyes,
listen
Here's
a
little
story
that
I
got
to
tell
About
this
Chico
named
Pit
everyone
knows
so
well
Illmatic
like
Nas
but
that
ain't
hard
to
tell
Owes
it
all
to
Dade
County
and
the
ATL
Picked
rap
and
skipped
the
triple
beam
scale
And
it's
a
known
fact
he
gon'
die
before
he
fails
These
boys
rap
about
hustlin'
but
can't
make
bail
I
call
that
hustling
backwards
and
that's
real
Miami's
hot
so
I
can
vacation
in
hell
The
way
the
game
is
shit,
man,
I
mind
as
well
I
look
at
these
fools
on
camera
flashin'
they
tools
They
must've
forgot
the
streets
got
codes
and
rules
But
me,
I'm
confused
'Cause
rappers
wanna
be
gangstas
Gangstas
wanna
be
rappers
Ballers
wanna
be
rappers
And
rappers
wanna
be
ballers
The
truth
is
it's
more
sickening
than
Ebola
Until
they
handcuff
then
it's
over
Pop
up
no
dandruff,
no
neck,
just
head
and
shoulders
Bust
guns,
sell
drugs,
that's
what
the
streets
showed
us
But
corporate
America,
that's
what
they
sold
us
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