Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Melting Pot, artist - Pitbull. Album song M.I.A.M.I., in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.08.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Orchard
Song language: English
Melting Pot |
| I’m not a thug |
| No, no, no, no |
| I’m not a gangsta |
| But I won’t hesitate |
| To cock back, bust and point blank ya |
| Lord thank ya |
| I’m like that coke and weed |
| When it burn slow |
| Motherfucker I’ll stank ya |
| Thats what I been |
| Taught on these streets |
| Ain’t a god damn thing |
| That can’t be bought on these streets |
| You want a life gone |
| That could be done |
| I’m like a nigga that did ten years |
| I’m eager to come |
| In the game |
| And do more than entertain |
| I’m loco in the brain |
| I’m that man with the methods |
| And I always bring the pain |
| They know me out here |
| All these bitches cocaine |
| Cause they blow me out here |
| I’m always out here |
| Y’all keep it real |
| But I keep it realer |
| Ima make my first mill off the deal |
| But I’m still gon be labeled |
| A cuban dope dealer |
| I’m just statin the facts |
| Motherfucker |
| I hang with Puerto Ricans and |
| Haitian killers and |
| Cuban dope dealers |
| And these here my niggas |
| I ride for 'em |
| And god dammit I’d die for 'em (2X) |
| I got that really foul |
| Kung flo flow |
| I’m tryna get that really foul |
| Kung do doe |
| But you dont know me homie |
| So dont judge me |
| I rep the real Miami |
| Thats why the city loves me |
| The feds wanna bug me |
| Haters wanna slug me |
| I thank God |
| Cause he’s the only thing thats above me |
| Y’all gon feel me till it hurts |
| Like |
| Losin your family over someone elses work |
| Or |
| Losin your case cause your co-defendent chirped |
| Or |
| Losin your brain cause them thangs done burped |
| It gets worse |
| This is for those |
| That’ll never see the sun again |
| That’ll pick through shit |
| For a balloon just to get it in |
| This is what was fed to him |
| This is why the game let him in here |
| Being me (me) |
| Being Pit (Pit) |
| Being It |
| Pitbull and Trick (Trick) |
| Both from the down south |
| Bitch we from the bottom, shit |
| (Verse 3) — Trick Daddy |
| Lord your son got problems |
| And I know that you know |
| Cause you made this all possible |
| I live a dangerous ass life you know |
| So I thank you for your doctors and your hospitals |
| Thank God for the thugs too |
| He understand what these drugs do |
| He wanna see us all pull through |
| But only if niggas in the hood knew |
| Hell, prayin ain’t wrong |
| But the sqeezin trigger |
| Could you go kill a innocent man |
| While these weak niggas grillin his end |
| They tellin ya dawg |
| Reducin they buisness |
| If I wasn’t doin this |
| Then I’d go do him in |
| Cause if he was dead |
| He couldn’t say he knew me then |
| For them niggas who lie |
| When they pull me in |
| Its in the same older cell that they threw me in |
| And I just pray for 'em |