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, I'm rated X in sex, I flex like Lex Lugor
So who's next to 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, scoop and dive right between your thighs
I satisfy like a Snickers bar, cause I'm the pick-up artist
that'll 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
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 Donna
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
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 |
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