0:01–0:15PitbullWent from Mr. 305Dade CountyTo Mr. WorldwideAll around the worldAnd now we’re international, so internationalInternational, so international
0:15–0:31You can’t catch me, boyI’m overseas at about a hundred Gs per showDon’t test me, boy‘Cause I rap with the best for sure305 till the death of meCremate my body, let the ocean have what’s left of meBut for now, forget about thatBlow the whistle, baby, you the referee
0:31–1:07Chris BrownYou put it down like New York City, I never sleepWild like Los Angeles, my fantasyHotter than Miami, I feel the heatOh-oh-oh-oh, girl, it’s international loveYou put it down like New York City, I never sleepWild like Los Angeles, my fantasyHotter than Miami, I feel the heatOh-oh-oh-oh, girl, it’s international loveOh-oh-oh-oh, yeah, it’s international love
1:07–1:31PitbullI don’t play football, but I’ve touched down everywhereEverywhere? EverywhereI don’t play baseball, but I’ve hit a home run everywhere, everywhereI been to countries and cities I can’t pronounceAnd to places on the globe I ain’t know existedIn Romania, she pulled me to the side and told me,“Pit, you can have me and my sister”In Lebanon, yeah, the women are bombAnd in Greece, you guessed it, the women are sweetBeen all around the world, but I ain’t gonna lieThere’s nothing like Miami’s heat
1:31–1:51Chris BrownYou put it down like New York City, I never sleepWild like Los Angeles, my fantasyHotter than Miami, I feel the heatOh-oh-oh-oh, girl, it’s international loveOh-oh-oh-oh, yeah, it’s international love
1:51–2:07PitbullDown in DR, they’re looking for visasI ain’t talking credit cards, if you know what I meanY en Cuba, la cosa está duraBut the women get down, if you know what I meanEn Colombia, the women got everything doneBut they some of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seenIn Brazil, they’re freaky with big old bootiesAnd they thongs, blue, yellow, and green
2:08–2:11AstroOkay Pitbull, that’s enoughWe get the point
2:15–2:44Chris BrownYou put it down like New York City, I never sleepWild like Los Angeles, my fantasyHotter than Miami, I feel the heatOh-oh-oh-oh, girl, it’s international loveDown like New York City, I never sleepWild like Los Angeles, my fantasyHotter than Miami, I feel the heatOh-oh-oh-oh, girl, it’s international love