"Miami Shit" lyrics - PITBULL

[Intro:]
Introducing
Mr. 3, yeah
0, yeah, 5

[Bridge:]
Hop in the bucket and haul ass
Hop in the bucket and haul ass
Hop in the bucket and haul ass
Hop in the bucket and haul ass

This is for them boys on there way to Tennesse listening to MJG
Breaking them birds and 8-balls, be careful with them keys
Don't hesitate to squeeze
Watch out for them feds 'cause they hate y'all
Bank accounts overseas
When them feds come for me all they gon find is cd's
No weight, dawg, but wait dawg
'Cause Pit is back, bigger badder stronger
Its alright you can hate, dawg
But don't be surprised if a chico do you like they can escape
Then blow your motherfuckin' face off
Who the fuck wanna face off?
'Cause I'm willing and ready to cock, aim and bang
Show the world what it means to be born and raised
In the home of the 'Canes, that's the county of Dade
Well they used to shoot straight phase now they shoot AK's
So if they kick in your door I suggest you do what they say
These are the facts of life minus them three bitches
They don't rap no more, all they do is snitchinl
I went from no pot to piss in
To gettin taught how to whip up a pot in the kitchen (listen)
Cook-cook, whip-whip, chop-chop, oh
Hear the shots don't look stop drop roll
Hit the block tell them fiends stop cop go
Used to be my life but not no more

[Bridge:]
Hop in the bucket and haul ass
Hop in the bucket and haul ass
Hop in the bucket and haul ass
Hop in the bucket and haul ass

[Hook:]
Take my banana clip to a banana click
Now that's some Miami shit
Give me your big old shit
With a ton of bricks
Now that's some Miami shit
Chevys on 22's, 24's, 26
Now that's some Miami shit

[Post-Hook]
That's right, that's what
That's right, that's what
That's right
I'm from Miami bitch

I eat, sleep, shit, talk, rap
See that 745 LI, yeah, I bought that
They never thought but I thought that
Give 'em a brick, bakin' soda and a beaker and it's brought back
Pyrex to be exact, I bring it back
How you want it from the stove or the microwave?
How you want it? How yella? Light brown
I feel like Method Man I got him feenin' with they pipes out
Let's ride out and reminisce on them days
When dey used to jack tourists everyday in Dade
That's how JT Money got his name
Miami all it equals is tons of cocaine
This is what we grew up and learned to do
These cubans'll teach you 'bout a bird or two
Keep acting like these boys won't murder you
Now here the sun ain't the only thing burnin' you
This where the bitches go two ways, niggas love Gunplay
And a triangle equals a one way
If you know what I'm talking bout then you from Dade
If you don't then welcome to where I been raised
The bottom, welcome to where I been raised
The crib, welcome to where I been raised
Magic City, welcome to where I been raised
305 County of Dade, let's ride

[Bridge:]
Hop in the bucket and haul ass
Hop in the bucket and haul ass
Hop in the bucket and haul ass
Hop in the bucket and haul ass

[Hook:]
Take my banana clip to a banana click
Now that's some Miami shit
Give me your big old shit
With a ton of bricks
Now that's some Miami shit
Chevys on 22's, 24's, 26
Now that's some Miami shit

[Post-Hook]
That's right, that's what
That's right, that's what
That's right
I'm from Miami bitch