| Lyrics: | [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 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 |
