"Rock Bottom" lyrics - PITBULL

PITBULL

"Rock Bottom"

feat. Bun B & Cubo

[Intro: Bun B]
I'd advise you to turn back, It's not safe

[Chorus:]
Rock, rock bottom on the map (Where it's at)
Rock, rock bottom on the map (Where's it at)
Rock, rock bottom on the map (Where it's at, where's it at)
Bottom on the map (Where's it at)

[Verse 1: Cubo]
I'm a Dade county nigga, I rest my team
Triple my dough with a triple beam
Laid back in the back with a gat on my lap
And a fat sack ready to serve a fiend
I live a dream and work my spot
I ain't talking about cooking rocks
I'm talkin' 'bout that shit you blow
When you ride around and you push that drop
Blueberry, I put you down, 38 might get you a pound
34, how the fuck you sound and 33 get a bitch shot down
Come down to Overtown
Where them boys roll with a four pound
And and 4-5 with a deuce-deuce
Piccolo boys they get loose, watch out, Cubo's coming
Coming through when he spitting something
Some of y'all ain't spitting nothing, frontin' like you killing (what)
I'ma rep 305 till the day that I die
You niggas got a problem with a nigga like me
In the club, then shit, we could go outside
Let 'em fly, grab the clip, load the clip, shoot the clip
Y'all niggas don't want no beef with me
I'm telling you, niggas, seriously
Ain't nothing wrong with bangers
Leave a nigga cooked like angus
Niggas wanna drop but they ain't us
I'm telling y'all niggas we dangerous

[Chorus:]
Rock, rock bottom on the map (Where it's at)
Rock, rock bottom on the map (Where's it at)
Rock, rock bottom on the map (Where it's at, where's it at)
Bottom on the map (Where's it at)
Rock bottom on the map (Where's it at)
Rock, rock bottom on the map (Where's it at)
Rock, rock bottom on the map (Where's it at, where it's at)
Bottom on the map (Where it's at)

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
Rock, rock bottom of the map, where it's at
There's no receipts in these streets
If you cop it, you keep it, that's that
I got that falcon of glued mentality
I do this for every hood, every block
To the ones that push keys
To the ones that push petty rocks
If you pull off that, then I pull it pop
Let me show how them boys down here roll
They know how to cook a yellow slab
To match their mouth full of yellow gold
No job's but a handful of work
And the bitches down here work poles
These bootleggers pimp harder
Them niggas, they the ones that work hoes
D-A-D-E, where we sell coke and hoes
From pools to C-C-O-T to OP, Wynwood, to AP
Them boys up pull up in the van, jump out like the A-Team
And they love, and they love to spray things
Let's not talk about the night
'Cause this just a motherfucking day thing
Welcome to the bottom, we call it the crib
B-E-T, that's how we live, banana clips will leave ya
You banana split, we got plenty bullets to give
So fuck that South Beach shit
Yeah, that's what it is
Next time y'all come to the bottom
Make sure y'all come over the bridge

[Verse 3: Bun B]
I'm from the bottom of the map, baby
The bottom of the atlas, the bottom of the globe
Where they stuffing dope in the mattress
And how do they cash into yours, stashing guns in they rides
And be the snitch ass niggas be badder than pride
I'm in that big body, pins on folds, no grub
I don't ride with a mark and I don't roll with scrubs
I don't party in clubs and I don't laugh and clown
Keep it one hundred and one, man, don't be fucking around
'Cause in my side of the city, pretty shit don't live
Nice shit don't exist and ain't no love to give
What you want out of this life, you gots to go out and take it
'Cause they ain't giving out no opportunities to make it
You come in this world naked and Mama can dress you
But sooner or later, you come outside
And deal with the pressure, better niggas than you done lost
That ought no to return, so whatever you've earned
Protect it or burn, It's time you learned about the