This Boy

Lyrics

[Intro: Pitbull & Christina] Hit 'em with it now Christina [?] Jim Jonsin [?] Pitbull We gon' kill it in the club with this one Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh (Get ready for this) [Post-Chorus: Christina Milian] This boy's a... This, this boy's a... This, this boy's a clown This boy's a clown This boy's a... This, this boy's a... This, this boy's a clown This boy's a clown [Interlude: Pitbull] Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh Pow [Verse 2: Christina & Pitbull] I got that boom (That boom), that bang (That bang) Make you say my name My sugarcane (My cane), baby (Baby) It's so, so good to taste I got that fume (That fume), that flame (That flame) Get so hard to tame But feel that bass (Bass), feel that bass (Bass) (Hola Christine, can you hit the [?]?) (Check this out, clown, let me [?]) [Verse 3: Pitbull] Supercalifragilistic, I'll expel your ass I know you seen me, dawg, but I don't know your ass Now freeze, freeze, freeze, freeze Take a picture, click I play chess, they play checkers I get bread, they play catcher [?] get checks like Beckham Check this out, buddy, what the hell was you thinking? [?] mama like Christine You must like that beef, like [?] [?] you could find yourself missing Do yourself a favor and listen, listen, listen [Bridge: Pitbull] It doesn't matter what they say Go ahead and do your own thing And move those haters out your way [Pre-Chorus: Christina Milian] They lookin' me up and down, I like it when I do it like this These lips, these hips You can't touch, you won't kiss Get a drink, get another round Okay, now you been dismissed Take a pic, click click Goodbye, you're not it Pow