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Utwór: Bet ya man can't

  • wykonawca: Fat Joe
  • wyświetleń: 656


     Blam!
  Bang bang baby!
  Yeah, Terror Squad style
  Trizzie, check it out now
  
  [Cuban Link]
  Yo, I'm rated X in sex, I flex like Lex Lugor
  So who's next to get scooped up by this roughneck from Cuba?
  We do maneuvers like Super Dave, always with a group of babes
  Sayin "Mami's out" like Sugar Ray
  Cause Cuban Link don't 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 I'm mystic, cause this [dick] is
  thick as a brick, raw with big [balls] that bend it
  Now let's get, physical, my jiggable pie
  Let this lyrical guy scuba dive right between your thighs
  I satisfy like a Snickers bar cause I'm the bigger bar
  that'll stick you quicker than a 'spic will strip a car
  My repoitoire holds a four star performance with all women
  Hittin more skins than Alec Baldwin
  You're fallin in love and you can't get up
  Now check the cut, I stripped ya, now you can't strut, word up
  
  Chorus: Big Pun
  
  Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that?)
  He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
  Bet ya man can't 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, you're 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 I'm 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 ain't nobody gotta know nada
  Word to Allah, give me some Mississippi massana
  I'll 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
  Suscia!, show me your dirty dance
  The way you work the pants make any man wanna jerk his gnads
  
  Chorus
  
  [Triple Seis]
  Yo, my [shit's] official like it in you like, Keith Murray
  Bury my beef, gettin your sweet cherry every week if necessary
  I'm very nasty like Nas, did you ask me?
  Pass me those [ass]cheeks and I'll bring you joy like BlackSTREET
  In the backseat of my Jeep, we can chill
  or Creep like TLC but don't sleep, I keep it real
  What the deal mami, you wanna feel on my steel salami?
  Come and try me, I'll sign my name all over your punani
  
  [Cuban Link]
  Ohh mami, you comin home with me
  All night in my tub drinkin Hennessey
  Gettin lyed up with your thighs up, I'ma surprise her
  when I rise up, inside her
  Yippie kay yay, I'ma 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, let's get biz
  
  TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ (oahkayyy!)
  
  Chorus: Big Pun
  
  Since ya man can't do it like Link (like Link?)
  He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
  Bet ya man can't do it like Seis (like Seis?)
  I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)
  
  Bet ya man can't do it like Crack (like Crack?)
  He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
  Bet ya man can't do it like Pun (like Pun?)
  I make you scream papa (you the best bana!)
  
  Bet ya man can't do it like Link (like Link?)
  He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
  Bet ya man can't do it like Seis (like Seis?)
  I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)
  
  Bet ya man can't do it like Crack (like Crack?)
  He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
  Bet ya man can't do it like Pun (like Pun?)
  I make you scream papa -- adios mama!
  

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