Rock Bottom

Album cover art for "Rock Bottom" by Pitbull & Bun B & Cubo

Pitbull & Bun B & Cubo - Rap, USA

Rock Bottom

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Duration: 4:32

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[Intro: Bun B] I'd advise you to turn back, It's not safe [Chorus] Rock, rock bottom on the map (Where it's at) Rock, rock bottom on the map (Where's it at) Rock, rock bottom on the map (Where it's at, where's it at) Bottom on the map (Where's it at) [Verse 1: Cubo] I'm a Dade county nigga, I rest my team Triple my dough with a triple beam Laid back in the back with a gat on my lap And a fat sack ready to serve a fiend I live a dream and work my spot I ain't talking about cooking rocks I'm talkin' 'bout that shit you blow When you ride around and you push that drop Blueberry, I put you down, 38 might get you a pound 34, how the fuck you sound and 33 get a bitch shot down Come down to Overtown Where them boys roll with a four pound And and 4-5 with a deuce-deuce Piccolo boys they get loose, watch out, Cubo's coming Coming through when he spitting something Some of y'all ain't spitting nothing, frontin' like you killing (what) I'ma rep 305 till the day that I die You niggas got a problem with a nigga like me In the club, then shit, we could go outside Let 'em fly, grab the clip, load the clip, shoot the clip Y'all niggas don't want no beef with me I'm telling you, niggas, seriously Ain't nothing wrong with bangers Leave a nigga cooked like angus Niggas wanna drop but they ain't us I'm telling y'all niggas we dangerous [Chorus] Rock, rock bottom on the map (Where it's at) Rock, rock bottom on the map (Where's it at) Rock, rock bottom on the map (Where it's at, where's it at) Bottom on the map (Where's it at) Rock bottom on the map (Where's it at) Rock, rock bottom on the map (Where's it at) Rock, rock bottom on the map (Where's it at, where it's at) Bottom on the map (Where it's at) [Verse 2: Pitbull] Rock, rock bottom of the map, where it's at There's no receipts in these streets If you cop it, you keep it, that's that I got that falcon of glued mentality I do this for every hood, every block To the ones that push keys To the ones that push petty rocks If you pull off that, then I pull it pop Let me show how them boys down here roll They know how to cook a yellow slab To match their mouth full of yellow gold No job's but a handful of work And the bitches down here work poles These bootleggers pimp harder Them niggas, they the ones that work hoes D-A-D-E, where we sell coke and hoes From pools to C-C-O-T to OP, Wynwood, to AP Them boys up pull up in the van, jump out like the A-Team And they love, and they love to spray things Let's not talk about the night Cause this just a motherfucking day thing Welcome to the bottom, we call it the crib B-E-T, that's how we live, banana clips will leave ya You banana split, we got plenty bullets to give So fuck that South Beach shit Yeah, that's what it is Next time y'all come to the bottom Make sure y'all come over the bridge [Chorus] Rock, rock bottom on the map (Where it's at) Rock, rock bottom on the map (Where's it at) Rock, rock bottom on the map (Where it's at, where's it at) Bottom on the map (Where's it at) Rock bottom on the map (Where's it at) Rock, rock bottom on the map (Where's it at) Rock, rock bottom on the map (Where's it at, where it's at) Bottom on the map (Where it's at) [Verse 3: Bun B] I'm from the bottom of the map, baby The bottom of the atlas, the bottom of the globe Where they stuffing dope in the mattress And how do they cash into yours, stashing guns in they rides And be the snitch ass niggas be badder than pride I'm in that big body, pins on folds, no grub I don't ride with a mark and I don't roll with scrubs I don't party in clubs and I don't laugh and clown Keep it one hundred and one, man, don't be fucking around 'Cause in my side of the city, pretty shit don't live Nice shit don't exist and ain't no love to give What you want out of this life, you gots to go out and take it 'Cause they ain't giving out no opportunities to make it You come in this world naked and Mama can dress you But sooner or later, you come outside And deal with the pressure, better niggas than you done lost That ought no to return, so whatever you've earned Protect it or burn, It's time you learned about the [Chorus] Rock, rock bottom on the map (Where it's at) Rock, rock bottom on the map (Where's it at) Rock, rock bottom on the map (Where it's at, where's it at) Bottom on the map (Where's it at) Rock bottom on the map (Where's it at) Rock, rock bottom on the map (Where's it at) Rock, rock bottom on the map (Where's it at, where it's at) Bottom on the map (Where it's at)

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Credits

Writers
  • Pitbull
  • Bun B
  • Cubo
  • Ernst Dimanche
  • Frank Roman
  • Freddie Gibbs
  • Nicolas Phillips