Текст песни Fat Joe - Bet Ya Man Cant
Fat Joe - Bet Ya Man Cant слова песни
[fat joe]Blam!Bang bang baby!Yeah, terror squad styleTrizzie, check it out now[cuban link]Yo, Im rated x in sex, I flex like lex lugorSo whos next to get scooped up by this roughneck from cuba? We do maneuvers like super dave, always with a group of babesSayin "mamis out" like sugar rayCause cuban link dont play miss, I flip and do some strange [shit]Witchu like hit you with the whips and chains, check itI get you naked like Im mystic, cause this [dick] isThick as a brick, raw with big [balls] that bend itNow lets get, physical, my jiggable pieLet this lyrical guy scuba dive right between your thighsI satisfy like a snickers bar cause Im the bigger barThatll stick you quicker than a spic will strip a carMy repoitoire holds a four star performance with all womenHittin more skins than alec baldwinYoure fallin in love and you cant get upNow check the cut, I stripped ya, now you cant strut, word upChorus: big punBet ya man cant do it like that (like that? )He cant work the middle, cause his thing too littleBet ya man cant do it like that (like that? )I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)Chorus[fat joe]Yeah, uh, uh, yoParadin in the palladium, all eyes on my presencePoppin the crist, sportin the chick straight out of essenceWord up, patch thug, three quarter front polo jiggyBe like who is he, lookin like a grizzly? While your girl watch me, youre busy drink pissyWanna lay your love, but your love wanna kiss me, huhI got a fly team, me and my guys gleam like high beamsMakin the killin off of fiends with pipe dreamsIt might seem, like Im conceited with the cream talkBut I got the kind of green that could bribe a supreme courtAnd when we talk, the whole world listenTurn 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 dollaWe can party til manana aint nobody gotta know nadaWord to allah, give me some mississippi massanaIll be in the sauna, troopin the naga like the chupacabraCool it mama, you gettin too hot, bust a shotBoo-yaa! rub it up and down like my oo-wopsSuscia!, show me your dirty danceThe way you work the pants make any man wanna jerk his gnadsChorus[cuban link]Yo, my [shits] official like it in you like, keith murrayBury my beef, gettin your sweet cherry every week if necessaryIm very nasty like nas, did you ask me? Pass me those [ass]cheeks and Ill bring you joy like blackstreetIn the backseat of my jeep, we can chillOr creep like tlc but dont sleep, I keep it realWhat the deal mami, you wanna feel on my steel salami? Come and try me, Ill sign my name all over your punani[triple seis]Come on mami, you comin home with meAll night in my tub drinkin hennesseyGettin lyed up with your thighs up, ima surprise herWhen I rise up, inside herYippie kay yay, ima ride her, and guide herStraight to the triz, where we goin, straight to the cribPun in here and cuban and seis, you know what time it isSoon as we walk in the crib, lets get bizTriz triz triz triz triz triz triz triz (oahkayyy!)Chorus: big punSince ya man cant do it like link (like link? )He cant work the middle, cause his thing too littleBet 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 littleBet 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 littleBet 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 littleBet ya man cant do it like pun (like pun? )I make you scream papa -- adios mama!