"That's Nasty (Remix)" lyrics - PITBULL

PITBULL

"That's Nasty (Remix)"

feat. Fat Joe & Lil Jon

[Intro: Lil Jon, Pitbull & Lil Scrappy]
What! What! (Oh, let's go)
(It's the Nasty Beatmakers!)
Remix, yeah
Pitbull in this bitch
Me, it's your boy Lil Jon checking in
Scrappy, where my chicos at? (Fat Joe)
Let's go!

[Hook: Scrabby & Lil Jon]
Ven aqui, mami, you know nasty (That's nasty)
Ven aqui, mami, you know nasty (That's nasty)
Ven aqui, mami, you know nasty (That's nasty)
Ven aqui, mami, you know nasty (That's nasty)

[Verse 1: Pitbull]
Pitbull and Joe Crack on the same track, that's a problem
We can get more money than rich, poor and AZ get in Harlem
Rob from the rich, give to the poor, welcome to the bottom
Where the cocaine in the old school Chevy game is more than a hobby
I'm telling you these boys down here are very heavy, mayn
Their alphabet is study six O's but really it's a number game
A two point-two thang, but look
What happen to cuts in Biscayne, there's no escape
You gotta be careful, mayn, 'cause jealous one's envy
When you're on top, everybody's friendly
But you still gotta be ready to cock, aim and squeeze
'Til it's empty, the Lord sent me to do what I'm doing
Move how I'm moving, prove when I'm proving
It's Cuban they losing, dog, I jam like a TEC and flow like an Uzi
Ya tu sabe', if you're hitting on me, me canto madre
[?] ahora, dale compadre, camacho, who gonna buy?
It's that chico Pitbull with Fat Joe
And if y'all don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck

[Chorus: Pitbull, Lil Jon]
Twenty-fours on my truck (That's nasty)
They spin when you stop (That's nasty)
You seen that ass mami got (That's nasty)
The way she shake it make it drop (That's nasty)
Twenty-fours on my truck (That's nasty)
They spin when you stop (That's nasty)
You seen that ass mami got (That's nasty)
The way she shake it make it drop (That's nasty)

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
Yeah, yeah, yo, my nigga Khaled told me
"Big homie Joey, you need to beat the semen"
'Cause even seeing with them Jeepers, you been seeing all even
Thinking we sleeping or slipping, that shit'll never happen
My niggas clapping, catching cadabras, laugh like nothing happen
True story, we them E-Hollywood true boardies
Shoot 'em dead from a distance, call me that dude Rory
Loving the champion life, diamonds is dancing night
Floss 'til I fall, show you how to push a phantom right
Guns and I'm clapping 'em even if I'm platinum
Run up in your crib, they was there, so we kidnapping 'em
Now we wrapping 'em, slap 'em in that duct tape
Forcing your wife to give us some brains, now that's a fuck date
Used to tell me Hilfiger nigga, a cross-dresser
Faggot MC, that's why I'm prime, all pressure
Hoping you crack and Messi Crack
That be the day I set 'em straight, see your fitted cap
Listen, black, now that's nasty, nigga

[Verse 3: Pitbull]
I know when y'all think of Pit, y'all think big trucks, big rims
But oh no, not me, I stay low-key so them boys can't spot me
Therefore, they can't watch me, it they can't watch
They sure as hell can't stop me, I'm the true to finishing the grind
Joe Crack, bet that up for opening doors for chicos like me
Now it's perfect timing for me to come through and rip
And let y'all know the real on how we get
Down-down here, it's deeper than gold grills
It's deeper than twenty-fours, it's deeper than spinners
All that does is make a hungry nigga wanna eat you for dinner
Now witness to come up off that 'caine
When they run up with them thangs
Give it up, give it up, Dale, what you waiting for, mayn?
Down here, ain't nothing sweet, if you got
Them thangs in the truck then you better
Have that thing under the seat, that real Miami Heat

[Outro: Pitbull]
There's nobody who really wants it, there's nobody
(Who really wants it with me?)
There's nobody who really wants it, there's nobody
(Who really wants it with me?)