Fat Joe, Triple Seis, Cuban Link, Big Pun - Bet Ya Man Can't (Triz) lyrics

Bam bang bang, baby yeah, Terror Squad style
Trizzie, check it out now (Yo)

I'm rated X in sex, I flex like Lex Luger
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
Laying mamis out like Sugar Ray
'Cause Cuban Link don't play games, miss
I flip and do some strange
With you like hit you with
The whips and chains, check it
I'll get you naked like I'm
Mystic 'cause this is
Thick as a brick, long with big that fit's it
Now let's get physical, my jiggable pie
Let this lyrical guy scuba dive
Right between your thighs
I satisfy like a Snicker bar
'cause I'm the pick-up artist
That'll stick you quicker than a
Spic'll strip a car
My repertoire 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

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'll make you scream "Papa"
(You the best, dada)
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
(yeah, uh, uh, like that, yo)
I'll make 'em scream "Papa"
(You the best, bana)

Paradin' in the Palladium
All eyes on my presence poppin' the Cris'
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 drunk pissy
Wanna lay the love, but your
Love wanna kiss me, huh i got a fly team
Me and my guys gleam like high beams
Makin' a 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
When we talk, the whole world listen
Turn your back to TS for one
Second and find your girl missin'

Baby, make me holla, take it off
I give you dolla
We can party 'til mañana ain't
Nobody gotta know nada
Word to Allah, gimme some Mississippi masala
I'll be in the sala chupin'
The nalga like the chupacabra
Cool it, mama, you gettin' too hot
Bust a shot
Boo yaa, rub it up and down like my oowops
Sucia, show me your dirty dance
The way you work them pants make
Any man wanna jerk his hand

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'll make you scream "Papa"
(You the best, bana, yo)

My official, I get in you like Keith Murray
Bury my beef deep in your sweet
Cherry every week if necessary
I'm very nasty like Nas, did you ask me?
Pass me those cheeks and I'll
Bring you joy like BlackSTREET
In the back seat 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

Come on, mami, you comin' home with me
All night in my tub drinkin' Hennessy
Gettin' lied up with your thighs up
I'ma surprise her when I rise up inside her
Yippee ki 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 (Okay) , triz

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'll 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'll 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'll 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'll make 'em scream "Papa", adios, mama

Welcome to Marcy Correctional Facility
Your home for the next twenty years, boy
Oh, shit, what's up my nigga Peewee?
Wassup, yo, how you?
'Sup, nigga, how you doin', man?
Yo, yo, this my nigga Peewee from New York
Yo he from Fat Joe's way
Yeah, you crazy? That's my way, man
Fat Joe ain't runnin' a
Motherfuckin' thing out there, man
That's me, man
Terror Squad and Fat Joe's all pussy, man
Yo, yo
My nigga Charlie Rock LD is up in here
He down with Fat Joe
He down with Fat Joe so that nigga
Gotta be pussy, I'm tellin' you, man
'Cause all of them niggas is, straight up
Yo, yo, yo, matter fact
There go my man Charlie right there
Ayo, Charlie yo, Charlie
Ayo, wassup? Ayo, this my man Peewee right
Here from New York, yo
And, um, he from Fat Joe's way
And, uh, from what I just heard
He said Fat Joe's pussy what? Yeah, nigga
Ayo, chill, man, nah, man, I ain't mean it
Man yo, chi oh, shit, yo!
Yo, chill, man, watch the raz
Oh, oh, you cut me, man! The fuck, nigga?
TS, nigga tS, nigga (Yo, that's that rapper)
TS ayo, chill, man ayo, CO, man ayo, C oh!