305 In Paris

[Intro]
We're gonna skate to one song, one song only
Ball so hard, motherfuckers wanna fine me

[Interlude: Jamie Drastik]
This is that, Mr. 305 Inc shit
But we turned it into some worldwide shit
So it's only right we make a stop in Paris
Chico!

[Chorus: Pitbull]
Flow so hard that chico get crazy
Este chico esta loco
Flow so hard that chico get crazy
Este chico esta loco
Flow so hard that chico get crazy
Este chico esta loco
Flow so hard that chico get crazy
Este chico esta loco

[Verse 1: Pitbull]
Catch a chico in Paris getting money like arabs
Divorced from the game but the streets and I pledge marriage
I’m allergic to the fake, I’m from the land of cake
Gloves, mask, tape, choppers open safe (gimme that)
Funny talk no phone, I’m sorry
Papa, no sale
Down here yeah they got weight
But I’m sorry papa no scale
Banana clips they pop
Pop pop pop pop pop pill
Think they won’t they will and they just die in the kill
Bowling, bad one, always behind me
Room full of, billionaires that's where you'll find me
So far ahead in the game
They can’t catch me if they rewind me
Pull the trigger yourself blow your brains out and don’t mind me

[Chorus: Pitbull & Jamie Drastik]
Flow so hard that chico get crazy
Este chico esta loco (What you say?)
Flow so hard that chico get crazy
Este chico esta loco (What you say?)
Flow so hard that chico get crazy
Este chico esta loco (What you say?)
Flow so hard that chico get crazy (Jamie)
Este chico esta loco

[Verse 2: Jamie Drastik]
Flow so hard, motherfuckers wanna sign me
But Pitbull signed me
So when then fuck getting on wanna try to meet me
I decline economy, flow so hard, I'm G-Rated
That don't mean I'm animated
That means all the odd worths all stacked against me, animated
Flow so hard like what deal, like what tour, like what will
It takes for this white boy to get what you fucks feel
Flow so hard, I could scare, we ain't even supposed to be here
50,000 seats sold out, now my motherfucker in that chair
Flow so hard, I need that minus all your feedback
We took over them pop charts
We might need them streets back
My checks look like typos, you're nowhere near this level
So when I say I'm like Michael, I'm the one with eight medals
And Chris say I'm doing right, if you ask me, cause I was him
I would marry Kim and Kourtney, What's happening, my hunky?
What's crackin', my cracker? I heard all your new shit
Could that get any wacker?
I'm from a town where even your mama ride
I live by that do or die when they play this, a ben-lift
It still gonna be homicide, I'm from that 8-4-5
But in the 305 with the sweedish show chi like take that
Toma!

[Chorus: Pitbull]
Flow so hard that chico get crazy
Este chico esta loco
Flow so hard that chico get crazy
Este chico esta loco
Flow so hard that chico get crazy
Este chico esta loco
Flow so hard that chico get crazy
Este chico esta loco