We don't care   We don't care   We don't care   We don't care, we don't care   We don't care, we don't care      We don't care 'bout ya clique   We don't care 'bout ya crew   We don't care 'bout ya bitch   We don't care what you do      We don't care about your cars   We don't care about your chips   We don't care about shit   Accept getting rich      Now that Little Jon has opened the door   It's over dawg, this that new south, that's it, it's over y'all   No more warning y'all, 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-rringing      Someone's gonna get hit   And that's a fact, not an opinion   I'm building 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 sort of 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      We don't care 'bout ya clique   We don't care 'bout ya crew   We don't care 'bout ya bitch   We don't care what you do      We don't care about your cars   We don't care about your chips   We don't care about shit   Accept getting rich      We don't care 'bout ya clique   We don't care 'bout ya crew   We don't care 'bout ya bitch   We don't care what you do      We don't care about your cars   We don't care about your chips   We don't care about shit   Accept getting rich      I'm in this bitch now, y'all niggaz better get ready   I'm ready for whatever y'all want, boy, but it ain't nothing pretty   Y'all wanna start shit, tell me what y'all wanna do   Me, Pit, DB, we don't care about booze?      I don't care about slanging them thangs   Back 'em spraying them thangs   If you get roped, 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      We don't care 'bout ya clique   We don't care 'bout ya crew   We don't care 'bout ya bitch   We don't care what you do      We don't care about your cars   We don't care about your chips   We don't care about shit   Accept getting rich      We don't care 'bout ya clique   We don't care 'bout ya crew   We don't care 'bout ya bitch   We don't care what you do      We don't care about your cars   We don't care about your chips   We don't care about shit   Accept getting rich      This game is scandalous   The more money you make   The more you're prone   To get hauled off in an ambulance      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 thangs   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 basketball, if you shoot you better follow through   In a casket dawg, who the fucks gon' follow you?      We don't care 'bout ya clique   We don't care 'bout ya crew   We don't care 'bout ya bitch   We don't care what you do      We don't care about your cars   We don't care about your chips   We don't care about shit   Accept getting rich      We don't care 'bout ya clique   We don't care 'bout ya crew   We don't care 'bout ya bitch   We don't care what you do      We don't care about your cars   We don't care about your chips   We don't care about shit   Accept getting rich      Yeah, once again, my friend   I'mma 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   Y'all ain't ready for this shit      Haha, suckas