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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pitbull
Lead Vocals
The Stereotypes
Programming
E-40
Lead Vocals
Abraham Mateo
Lead Vocals
Jeremy Reeves
Bass Guitar
Ray Romulus
Drums
Jonathan Yip
Synthesizer
Ray McCullough
Guitar
Clarence Coffee Jr
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Armando C. Perez
Songwriter
Jeremy Reeves
Songwriter
Ray Romulus
Songwriter
Jonathan Yip
Songwriter
Clarence Coffee Jr
Songwriter
Edwin Paredes
Songwriter
José Carlos García
Songwriter
Jorge Gomez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Stereotypes
Producer
Ronald [RD] Estrada
Recording Engineer
Kyle Kashiwagi
Recording Engineer
Al Burna
Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Chris Galland
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Robin Florent
Assistant Recording Engineer
Scott Desmarais
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Mr. Wordwide
Abraham Mateo
E-4-0
Stereotypes, that's fa'sho
I want all the ladies out there
Go ahead and uh, shake what ya mama gave ya
(1,2,3, ho!)
Talk to 'em like
[Verse 2]
Ooh, girl
I want you to shake, shake, shake, shake, shake what your mama gave ya
Uh, huh, come on, ooh, sexy thang
Don't be scared to act like an animal, it's in your nature
[Verse 3]
You know I eat it from the roota to the toota
Let me do ya, let me school ya
Got it smooth, but I'm smoother
I'm slick Pit, ruler, let it slip, slip through ya
Hit the Virgin Mary from the back
And have her screaming Ha-Halelujah
Yeah, the devil's hot but I'm hotter
Now these boys rap, but they say a whole lot of nada
Me, I'm building schools from Miami to Nevada now
Baby bend over and show me that you got it
Off in the Exumas, acting a fool
Where the water's so clear, look like a pool
Hootie who, who the what , who's *** you
That would be me, P-I-T
[Verse 4]
Now if you came with your man, leave him over there
Now if you came with your man, leave him over there
Yeah, it's a jungle out here (Watch out!)
Yeah, it's a jungle out here (Watch out!)
Now if you came with your man, leave him over there
Now if you came with your man, leave him over there
Yeah, it's a jungle out here and we 'bout to get it started
Like, 1, 2, 3
[Verse 5]
Ooh, girl
I want you to shake, shake, shake, shake, shake what your mama gave ya
Uh, huh, come on, ooh, sexy thang
Don't be scared to act like you're into money, it's in your nature, uh huh, c'mon
[Verse 6]
Now we can keep it in the club (Ugh)
Or we can leave (Hey!)
And if you wanna go home
Then come with me
Now we can keep it in the club (Ugh)
Or we can leave (Hey!)
And if you wanna go home
Then you come with me
[Verse 7]
Pushing a maney line, travel the planets
Solid as granite, tax a *** like a W9, move manage
Get my mathematics right, having money, wearing a hoodie
When it's sunny, huddled up in a circle smoking a mummy
In a luxury scraper or something foreign
Your **** chose me, she say "You're boring"
I put a ***** on restriction, make her sit on the porch ring
Won't let her in till tomorrow , until the next morning mayne
This chore that I'm chasing, time can't be wasting, no delaying
My pocket's anticipating lump sums patiently waiting for my
High to come down, to get back to Earth
So I could start it all over like I rehearsed
Pistol pack a power cloud, I'm higher than a cell tower
And in outer space, the ways that she be on me be hella faded
Underrated, honey thicker than K. Michelle, hella tail
Bokeh poking out, hella swell
[Verse 8]
Now if you came with your man, leave him over there
Now if you came with your man, leave him over there
Yeah, it's a jungle out here (Watch out!)
Yeah, it's a jungle out here (Watch out!)
Now if you came with your man, leave him over there
Now if you came with your man, leave him over there
Yeah, it's a jungle out here and we 'bout to get it started
Like, 1, 2, 3
[Verse 9]
Ooh, girl
I want you to shake, shake, shake, shake, shake what your mama gave ya
Uh, huh, come on, ooh, sexy thang
Don't be scared to act like an animal, it's in your nature
[Verse 10]
Now we can keep it in the club (Ugh)
Or we can leave (Hey!)
And if you wanna go home
Then come with me
Now we can keep it in the club (Ugh)
Or we can leave (Hey!)
And if you wanna go home
Then you come with me
[Verse 11]
I see them boys hatin'
'Cause they all wanna be me
Nah, homie, you don't know me
But your girl does, ask her
And I see them boys hatin'
'Cause they all wanna be me
Nah, homie, you don't know me
But your girl does, ask her
Written by: Armando C. Perez, Charles McCullough II, Clarence Coffee Jr, Earl T. Stevens, Earl T. Stevens, Sr., Edwin Paredes, Jeremy Reeves, Jonathan Yip, Jorge Gomez, José Carlos García, Ray Romulus