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Fat Joe
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| Bet Ya Man Can't (Triz)
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[Featuring Big Pun, Cuban Link, Triple Seis]
[Fat Joe]
Blam!
Bang bang baby!
Yeah, Terror Squad style
Trizzie, check it out now
[Cuban Link]
Yo, Im rated X in sex, I flex like Lex Lugor
So whos next to scooped up by this roughneck from Cuba?
We do maneuvers like Super Dave, always with a group of babes
Sayin "Mamis out" like Sugar Ray
Cause Cuban Link dont play miss, I flip and do some strange [shit]
witchu like hit you with the whips and chains, check it
I get you naked like Im mystic, cause this [dick] is
thick as a brick, raw with big [balls] that bend it
Now lets get, physical, my jiggable pie
Let this lyrical guy, scoop and dive right between your thighs
I satisfy like a Snickers bar, cause Im the pick-up artist
thatll stick you quicker than the spic the strength of God
My repoitoire holds a four star performance with all women
Hittin more skins than Alec Baldwin
Youre fallin in love and you cant get up
Now check the cut, I stripped ya, now you cant strut, word up
Chorus: Big Pun
Bet ya man cant do it like that (like that?)
He cant work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man cant do it like that (like that?)
I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)
Chorus
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, uh, uh, yo
Paradin in the Palladium, all eyes on my presence
Poppin the Crist, sportin the chick straight out of Essence
Word up, patch thug, three quarter front Polo jiggy
Be like Who is he, lookin like a grizzly?
While your girl watch me, youre busy drink pissy
Wanna lay your love, but your love wanna kiss me, huh
I got a fly team, me and my guys gleam like high beams
Makin the killin off of fiends with pipe dreams
It might seem, like Im conceited with the cream talk
But I got the kind of green that could bribe a Supreme Court
And when we talk, the whole world listen
Turn your back to T.S. for one second and find your girl missin
[Big Pun]
Baby make me holla, take it off, I give you dolla
We can party til manana aint nobody gotta know Donna
Word to Allah, give me some Mississippi massana
Ill be in the sauna, troopin the naga like the chupacabra
Cool it mama, you gettin too hot, bust a shot
Boo-yaa! Rub it up and down like my oo-wops
Oohs yah, show me your dirty dance
The way you work the pants make any man wanna jerk his grands
Chorus
[Triple Seis]
Yo, my [shits] official like it in you like, Keith Murray
Bury my beef, gettin your sweet cherry every week if necessary
Im very nasty like Nas, did you ask me?
Pass me those [ass]cheeks and Ill bring you joy like BlackSTREET
In the backseat of my Jeep, we can chill
or Creep like TLC but dont sleep, I keep it real
What the deal mami, you wanna feel on my steel salami?
Come and try me, Ill sign my name all over your punani
[Cuban Link]
Cmon mami, you comin with me
All night in my tub drinkin Hennessey
Gettin lied up with your thighs up, Im a surpriser
when I rise up, inside her
Yippie kay yay, Ima ride her, and guide her
Straight to the triz, where we goin, straight to the crib
Pun in here and Cuban and Seis, you know what time it is
Soon as we walk in the crib, lets get biz
TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ (oahkayyy!)
Chorus: Big Pun
Since ya man cant do it like Link (like Link?)
He cant work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man cant do it like Seis (like Seis?)
I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)
Bet ya man cant do it like Crack (like Crack?)
He cant work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man cant do it like Pun (like Pun?)
I make you scream papa (you the best bana!)
Bet ya man cant do it like Link (like Link?)
He cant work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man cant do it like Seis (like Seis?)
I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)
Bet ya man cant do it like Crack (like Crack?)
He cant work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man cant do it like Pun (like Pun?)
I make you scream papa -- adios mama! |
Eingetragen |
04.Aug.2001 13:08:00 |
Letzer Aufruf |
18.May.2004 08:05:40 |
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