Fat Joe Featuring Big Punisher Cuban Link And Triple Seis Bet Ya Man Can`t (triz) Lyrics

Bet Ya Man Can`t (triz) 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 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 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
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 [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]
C'mon mami, you comin with
me
All night in my tub drinkin Hennessey
Gettin lied up with your thighs
up, I'm a surpriser
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!