Como?! Yeah! Yeah!
Lil Jon! Eastside Boyz! (Que Vuelta!)
That little cuban from Miami, Pitbull!
I appreciate y'all giving me the oppurtunity to spit on this shit
GO HEADDDDDDDDD!
When it comes to these hoes
y'all know we on some halloween shit
start trickin' n treatin'
But I'm on some halloween shit too
gettin' messed up for the radication BOOM!
From the palm trees to the red clay
we get down the same way
Lil Jon's from Scott but this little cuban's
from the county of Dade
Pitbull is here to voice his opinion
and y'all gone hear it
All up and down the eastside
Im'a show y'all how dirty we ride
From Dade to Decatur
only difference is y'all blow dro
and we blow crip
but reall there's is no differecne
cause they're both green and sticky
I don't mean to be picky
but Jon, tell your boys from the Eastside
to put me down with one of those
redbone who has a pretty face, n waist
and thick thighs
From the M-I-A to the A-T-L
we been connecting on work
but keep that on the DL
HAA! Asi mismo brode! Como?!
Yeah, Lil Jon, Eastside Boyz
P-I-T slash Q-B-O-N. Get it right baby
From the bottom, to the ATL
Haa! Decatur, Swat, College Park
Haa! Wynwood, Hialeah, Saweseraaa!
Liberty City, Carol City, Opa-Locka, this for y'all
Lil Haiti, Sao Pa Sai!
All my cubans, Que vola? Que vuelta? Que volon?
Haa! Yeah!Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement thinking about the goverment
the man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off,
says he's got a bad cough: wants to get it paid off
God knows when but you're doin' it again!
you better duck down the alleyway lookin'for a new friend
the man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
wants eleven dollar bills: you only got ten
Look out, kid
Look out, kid, it's somethin' that you did
Look out, kid, 'cause they keep all hid
Maggie comes fleet foot, face full of black soot
talkin' at the heat put plants in the bed but
the phone's tapped anyway, maggie says that many say
they must bust in early may
orders from the D.A.
Walk on your tip toes, don't try "no doz"
better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose
keep a clean nose, watch the plain clothes
you don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows
Look out, kid
Look out, kid, it's somethin' that you did
Look out, kid, 'cause they keep all hid
Looks to me like you did
a little to much hittin' kid
you should've took it to the bridge
before you started to skid
Look out, kid
the good god willin', we'll bebop to Bob Dylan
chillin'em, thrillin'em, and red hot killin'em
killin'em
Get sick, get well, hand around a ink well
ring bell, hard to tell if anything is goin' to sell
try hard, get barred, get back, write braille
get jailed, jump bail, join the army, if you fail
But users, cheaters, six time losers
hand around the theatres
girl by the whirlpool lookin' for a new fool
don't follow leaders, watch the parkin' meters
Look out, kid
Look out, kid, it's somethin' that you did
Look out, kid, 'cause they keep all hid