feat. Cubo
  
   Yeah Yeah
   Que Vuelta?
   Di le nota (Di le nota)
   You know who it is
   For all these bustas and haters
  
   [Chorus]
   We don't care about yo clique
   We don't care about yo crew
   We don't care about yo bitch
   We don't care what you do
   We don't care about your car
   We don't care about your chips
   We don't care about shit
   Accept getting rich
  
   [Verse 1 (Pitbull)]
   Now that Little Jon has opened the door
   It's over dawg
   This that new south
   That's it, it's over ya'll
   No more warning ya'll
   We tired of getting over looked
   You want beef? then I hope you like it over-cooked
   Oh and for that bread
   It's whatever man
   I'm fully prepared to pump lead
   At any nigga that wanna bump heads
   So bring it
   But when them things go Rr-rr-rr-rringing
   Someones gonna get hit
   And that's a fact, not an opinion
   I'm buiding my connects
   And that there is dangerous
   Didn't your mother teach you
   Not to talk to strangers?
   Then why are you in my ear talking all the shit
   Just 'cause I'm cuban doesn't mean I flip bricks
   So stop asking me the price on them thangs down here
   'Cause that one of them thangs that get chu killed 'round here
   I don't care who you are, who you might be
   But I'd rather die, then let an undercover bite me
  
   [Chorus]
  
   [Verse 2 (Cubo)]
   I'm in this bitch now
   Ya'll niggaz better get ready
   I'm ready for whatever ya'll want
   Boy, but it ain't nothing pretty
   Ya'll wanna start shit
   Tell me what ya'll wanna do
   Me, Pit, DB, we don't care about ?
   I don't care about slanging them thangs
   Back 'em spraying them thangs
   If you get ? just homie don't mention my name
   BLAKAH, that's exactly what I'm spitting meng
   Homie, don't make me have to blow 'em chopper meng
   'Cause I can spit it spit it
   However you want it want it
   My peoples is with it with it
   We about that money money
   And I do anything that I have to do to get that money meng
   Miami, Money is a major issue meng
   They, They don't understand
  
   What we about to do
   We about to shit on this game
   We about to shit on your crew
   Pitbull don't care about ya
   Cubo don't care about ya
   DB don't care about ya
   We, We don't care about ya
  
   [Chorus]
  
   [Verse 3 (Pitbull)]
   This game is scandalous
   The more money you make
   The more your ? hold off in an ambulance
   AOWoo!
   That's why I say to myself in the cut
   Man I can't be seen
   Ears open, mouth shut
   Just watching thangs
   And if it pops off
   I pop up, both popping than
   Guns, I was taught proper
   To cop and aim
   Run, when you hear that Blakah meng
   P-rr-rr-rrat
   That's the sound of the chopper meng
   Just let me know exactly what it is you trying to do
   'Cause we can both dance with the devil, dawg
   It's all on you
   Like basktetball, if you shoot you better follow threw
   In a casket dawg, who the fucks gon follow you?
  
   [Chorus]
  
   Yeah, once again my friend
   Imma be the first latin rapper from the South
   Shut shit the fuck down
   And I got Lil Jon to bounced to that
   The King of the South
   And Uncle Luke will tell you the same shit
   So get ready niggaz
   Pitbull, DB, Lil Jon
   Ya'll ain't ready for this shit
   HAHA, Suckas