We Don't Care Bout Ya

"We Don't Care Bout Ya"(feat. Cubo)Yeah YeahQue Vuelta?Di le nota (Di le nota)You know who it isFor all these bustas and haters[Chorus]We don't care about yo cliqueWe don't care about yo crewWe don't care about yo bitchWe don't care what you doWe don't care about your carWe don't care about your chipsWe don't care about shitaccept getting rich[Verse 1 (Pitbull)]Now that Little Jon has opened the doorIt's over dawgThis that new southThat's it, it's over ya'llNo more warning ya'llWe tired of getting over lookedYou want beef? then I hope you like it over-cookedOh and for that breadIt's whatever manI'm fully prepared to pump leadAt any nigga that wanna bump headsSo bring itBut when them things go Rr-rr-rr-rringingSomeones gonna get hitAnd that's a fact, not an opinionI'm buiding my connectsAnd that there is dangerousDidn't your mother teach youNot to talk to strangers?Then why are you in my ear talking all the shitJust 'cause I'm cuban doesn't mean I flip bricksSo stop asking me the price on them thangs down here'Cause that one of them thangs that get chu killed 'round hereI don't care who you are, who you might beBut I'd rather die, then let an undercover bite me[Chorus][Verse 2 (Cubo)]I'm in this bitch nowYa'll niggaz better get readyI'm ready for whatever ya'll wantBoy, but it ain't nothing prettyYa'll wanna start shitTell me what ya'll wanna doMe, Pit, DB, we don't care about ?I don't care about slanging them thangsBack 'em spraying them thangsIf you get ? just homie don't mention my nameBLAKAH, that's exactly what I'm spitting mengHomie, don't make me have to blow 'em chopper meng'Cause I can spit it spit itHowever you want it want itMy peoples is with it with itWe about that money moneyAnd I do anything that I have to do to get that money mengMiami, Money is a major issue mengThey, They don't understandWhat we about to doWe about to shit on this gameWe about to shit on your crewPitbull don't care about yaCubo don't care about yaDB don't care about yaWe, We don't care about ya[Chorus][Verse 3 (Pitbull)]This game is scandalousThe more money you makeThe more your prone to get hauld off in an ambulanceAOWoo!That's why I say to myself in the cutMan I can't be seenEars open, mouth shutJust watching thangsAnd if it pops offI pop up, both popping thanGuns, I was taught properTo cop and aimRun, when you hear that Blakah mengP-rr-rr-rratThat's the sound of the chopper mengJust let me know exactly what it is you trying to do'Cause we can both dance with the devil, dawgIt's all on youLike basktetball, if you shoot you better follow threwIn a casket dawg, who the fucks gon follow you?[Chorus]Yeah, once again my freindImma be the first latin rapper from the SouthShut shit the fuck downAnd I got Lil Jon to bounced to thatThe King of the SouthAnd Uncle Luke will tell you the same shitSo get ready niggazPitbull, DB, Lil JonYa'll ain't ready for this shitHAHA, Suckas