"Santeria" lyrics - PITBULL
[Intro:]
If you don't have my money for me
I'll crack your fuckin' head wide open
In front of everybody in the bank
And just about the time that I'm comin' out of jail
Hopefully, you'll be comin' out of your coma
And guess what? I'll split your fuckin' head open again
'Cause I'm fuckin' stupid
Pitbull, not ready
Concentration camp, Dark ave', huh? Ha
I spit it the best like pregnant pussy
Stand on the ledge and they are to push me
I'm over the top, I'm into those fully automatics
I'm over the Glock, bitches like "Ooh, ahh, Pit is hot"
Hot on the track or hot in her asshole?
Hot when I pull out and let that nut splash her
Like Mike "Peosa" Pitbull will catch ya
Niggas wanna hurt me, mad 'cause I spread like herpes
Contagious with the flow, danger, hit the floor
One in the chamber, oh, and there's plenty more
But that just came from the jaw just ain't ready for
The serious, seriously, you're gonna die
And like a coward, no more that y'all ain't ready to ride
I'm tryin' to get rid of you guys
Fuck your family ties
Over an onion, these niggas'll make you really cry
[Chorus:]
I'm too smart, too calm, too cool
Too grimy, too dirty, too rude
Too street, too snake, too smooth
A Pitbull is too stupid to lose
I'm too smart, too calm, too cool
Too grimy, too dirty, too rude
Too street, too snake, too smooth
A Pitbull is too stupid to lose (Oh, yeah)
Get some bakin' soda and some pure coke
A bitch that cooks, and you gon' smell what the rock is cookin'
I'm from the state that's shaped like a gun
That's how we gon' step to the war, so when it's cocked, ya better duck or run
Here goes another one
Now that the bottom is properly represented off that plate, you better save me some
I'm starvin' to eat, I'm carvin' your meat with a fully auto
And greet y'all Teflon niggas with nothin' but hollows
My mottos are hard to follow
After the DUI, it's hard to catch me in the VIP poppin' a bottle, no
Poppin' a model, yes
Once I get that chance I'll holla at y'all niggas so that y'all can run through her next
Like C. Wallace, is there life after death? Huh?
Now that puzzles me, like the Bay of Pigs, I'ma shit on the US
Told y'all, can't muzzle me
[Chorus:]
I'm too smart, too calm, too cool
Too grimy, too dirty, too rude
Too street, too snake, too smooth
A Pitbull is too stupid to lose
I'm too smart, too calm, too cool
Too grimy, too dirty, too rude
Too street, too snake, too smooth
A Pitbull is too stupid to lose (Oh, yeah)
When I drop, y'all albums are gettin' pushed back
Like convos, Latin bitches gon' askin', "Who's dat?"
?Quien es ese blanco como la leche ojos azules?
There becomes one with the beat con mas roz que un gandile
Like the first and fifteenth, y'all get cut like checks
Or get cut like coke
Or get cut like a bad athlete when this badass heat
Spit some badass heat at your badass niece (Woo)
I wanna see you talk now
And since you talk what you walk, I wanna see you walk now
With no knees
See what happens when you and your so-called "cold Ds, flossin' blow Gs," y'all ain't ready fo' me
I'm too smart, too calm, too cool
Just one bullet to hit three of y'all fools
Left three, hit two dead, and one bruised
Three, two, one, you loose
[Chorus:]
I'm too smart, too calm, too cool
Too grimy, too dirty, too rude
Too street, too snake, too smooth
A Pitbull is too stupid to lose
I'm too smart, too calm, too cool
Too grimy, too dirty, too rude
Too street, too snake, too smooth
A Pitbull is too stupid to lose (Oh, yeah)
