I know my rent was gon’ be late bout a week ago/I worked my ass off, but I still can’t pay it though/But I just got just enough/To get off in this club/Have me a good time, before my time is up/Hey, let’s get it now
from Time of Our Lives lyrics by Ne-Yo
Pitbull as a feature is like seeing a giant hair on your plate, unappetizing and enough a blemish to send the dish back to the kitchen. His grimy paws are everywhere — from the fist pumping beat and limp samples to his constant ad-libbing. It’s here that credibility is not lost but annihilated.
