Fat Joe - Bet Ya Man Can't Lyrics
[fat joe]Blam!Bang bang baby!Yeah, terror squad styleTrizzie, check it out now[cuban link]Yo, i'm rated x in sex, i flex like lex lugorSo who's next to get scooped up by this roughneck from cuba?We do maneuvers like super dave, always with a group of babesSayin "mami's out" like sugar rayCause cuban link don't play miss, i flip and do some strange [shit]Witchu like hit you with the whips and chains, check itI get you ***** like i'm mystic, cause this [dick] isThick as a brick, raw with big [balls] that bend itNow let's get, physical, my jiggable pieLet this lyrical guy scuba dive right between your thighsI satisfy like a snickers bar cause i'm the bigger barThat'll stick you quicker than a 'spic will strip a carMy repoitoire holds a four star performance with all womenHittin more skins than alec baldwinYou're fallin in love and you can't get upNow check the cut, i stripped ya, now you can't strut, word upChorus: big punBet ya man can't do it like that (like that?)He can't work the middle, cause his thing too littleBet 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, 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, you're 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 i'm 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 ain't nobody gotta know nadaWord to allah, give me some mississippi massanaI'll 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 [shit's] official like it in you like, keith murrayBury my beef, gettin your sweet cherry every week if necessaryI'm very nasty like nas, did you ask me?Pass me those [ass]cheeks and i'll bring you joy like blackstreetIn the backseat of my jeep, we can chillOr creep like tlc but don't sleep, i keep it realWhat the deal mami, you wanna feel on my steel salami?Come and try me, i'll 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, i'ma surprise herWhen i rise up, inside herYippie kay yay, i'ma 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, let's get bizTriz triz triz triz triz triz triz triz (oahkayyy!)Chorus: big punSince ya man can't do it like link (like link?)He can't work the middle, cause his thing too littleBet 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 littleBet 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 littleBet 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 littleBet ya man can't do it like pun (like pun?)I make you scream papa -- adios mama!
