Big Pun - Pina Colada lyrics

Vaya come on
Vaya a bailar
Where're my niggas with the big dicks? Ahh
Where're my niggas with the hot whips? Ahh
Where're my niggas living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas
Butter leathers and mad cheddar
Where're my niggas with the big dicks? Ahh
Where're my niggas with the hot whips? Ahh
Where're my niggas living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas
Butter leathers and mad cheddar
(Ayo Pun, I got you baby)
We play the front not the back
When there's beef I attack
Grab the guns and start lighting
Ya'll the bitch niggas behind cars
Scared to death like, "Yo, who fighting?"
How the fuck you teaching me
I ain't got no obedience
Ya'll are made of shit
I'm the thug's ingredients
And for my niggas I peel
Like fucked up paint jobs
Cover your block and put holes
In you like old blankets
Fuck a bitch use a sock and wipe my nut what?
Run in your spot and use a
Glock to get my cut what?
Smack you in public and
Embarrass you slut what?
Put you on punishment the same way
I do to my son
And the only bullets by my stomach
Be the clip from my gun
And when my gun busts it's
Over so close the curtains
My silencer's like ch, ch
Ch like birds was chirping
I like Boricuas ya know that Sheik be freaky
I put coke in their peepee
Then stuff the bras
Put some coke in the bras
That look like coconuts
That's what's up, don't have
Sheik's click clack, this up
Disload the back pack her bitch
Ass back me up you know double R and Terror
Squad niggas want they cut
Where're my niggas with the big dicks? Ahh
Where're my niggas with the hot whips? Ahh
Where're my niggas living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas
Butter leathers and mad cheddar
Where're my niggas with the big dicks? Ahh
Where're my niggas with the hot whips? Ahh
Where're my niggas living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas
Butter leathers and mad cheddar
I'm well know like Al Capone
Full blown like Tone Montana
In the zone sitting on chrome
Stoned sipping on Champana
Rolling ganja up in Bible paper
A high that will take us
Through the eyes of Christ
John, Elijah, Jacob
I make the kind of green that hustler's dream
Busting out that custard cream
Piper 'cuz I'm piped up with the mustard team
Plus the queen Fort Knox and hearts
King of medallions Monty Guard
Even Italians see my battalion prop the broad
I got the squad over qualified
Pulling over Karl Kani
Range Rover tilted three
Wilted hydraulic slide spark the Live in the
Crowd ripping trough housings
Like the Wu do in Shaolin
John Blazing on a pound of buddha
And all the mami chulas
They want to ride on my Honda scooter
You know the red one from the video
But really though she ain't coming
And she ain't running the trizzie yo
Where're my niggas with the big dicks? Ahh
Where're my niggas with the hot whips? Ahh
Where're my niggas living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas
Butter leathers and mad cheddar
Where're my niggas with the big dicks? Ahh
Where're my niggas with the hot whips? Ahh
Where're my niggas living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas
Butter leathers and mad cheddar
Disrespect the Don word's bond
I'm gonna shoot ya
We can get it on maricon hijo'de gran puta
Who you fucking' wit?
Bitch ass nigga you ain't running' up on shit
Talking' like you gonna bust yo clip
Nigga you ain't no fucking threat
You talk a lot but you ain't never realized
That if you walk that block
Cock that Glock, think I'm pussy, oh
Shit man big Punisher's off his rocker
What you got? Beef wit' me? Aight then papi
Sheik's with me
Thought you cats were gonna creep on me
Without some type of an injury
Where're my niggas with the big dicks? Ahh
Where're my niggas with the hot whips? Ahh
Where're my niggas living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas
Butter leathers and mad cheddar
Where're my niggas with the big dicks? Ahh
Where're my niggas with the hot whips? Ahh
Where're my niggas living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas
Butter leathers and mad cheddar
I see coward in yours
What you up in my eyes?
Big dick between mine
What the fuck between your thighs?
Pussy, if I shoot, are you gonna shoot back?
I don't think so, your man's the thug
You ride piggy back
You're the one that passed the gat
Told your man to bust that
You ain't making no money
You're a broke-ass cat
And once these pop, cops bring the chalk
And the mop to get the rest
Of you off the sidewalk, what
Where're my niggas with the big dicks? Ahh
Where're my niggas with the hot whips? Ahh
Where're my niggas living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas
Butter leathers and mad cheddar
Where're my niggas with the big dicks? Ahh
Where're my niggas with the hot whips? Ahh
Where're my niggas living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas
Butter leathers and mad cheddar