Terror Squad - All Around the World lyrics
[Terror Squad - All Around the World lyrics]
Yeah, yeah terror Squad what-what
Cuban Link what-what '99, baby
Yo ladi dadi, mami, I love to party
Plus I always cause trouble
When I guzzle Bacardi
Got the hotties sippin rum
Maseratis with the stumps
Music bumpin out the trunk
Everybody's gettin drunk
From the Bronx, settin, lettin it all out
No doubt, toast your coast
Reppin the east, west, north, south
Now it's all about the Terror Squad
Ghetto superstars
Extra large players like Kareem Abdul Jabbar
Word to God, Pun
My crew won't give a fuck who you are
We do our job like we part of the mob
Shoot up the bar
Cuban the Don Daddy like John Gotti
I brung a long shotie for the chump bodies
If it's on it's on, mami
It's Mister Cuban Link, baby
Comin through with the hit's
Gettin love from the ladies while
My crew in the triz
And this goes out to the players, thugs
Hustlers and pimps (We run shit)
All around the world
You know I do my thing, baby
Cuban Link full eclipse
Terror Squad, new era, god
Better choose who you with
When we flip ain't no tellin what
We do to your click (We run shit)
All around the world
Villainous Terror Squadian
Bacardi dark got me crashin the party
Undressin hotties to take it all from
The drawers to they Barbie bit's
Pokin up in your?vaginal? flow
In Carhartts and Timbos
Thuggin it with a limp
Cause Cuban Link is known to pimp hoes
Gettin bimbos from all angles
Mandingo straight out the combo
From a bedroom I needed gettin
Head in a Durango grab your ankles
Do the hula hoop your culo while I do ya
Nothin's cooler than fuckin while you're
Puffin a bag of buddah
Don the Cuba's got your cura
Schoolin juniors like butuvas
Smooth as Luther when it comes to
Suckin hooters like a hoover
Who the man now? Impressed so many mamis
I can't count
Holdin my count down till the last round
Hands down no question I blow your chest in
With a Smith & Wesson
You'll be dead in less than a second - reckon
Better listen, my weapon
Step in my sessions for lessons
Lasting impression
Destined to be the best in this profession
I'm runnin ralleys from New York to
Cali up in a Caddy
Puffin like Daddy with paddy
Baggin the weed up in the backseat
Crackin forties, actin naughty
Tellin em shorties, havin orgees
Watchin pokeys with four freaks
- now that's me i be the nasty cuban
Slammin like I'm Patrick Ewing
Pass me a bag of weed, a brew
And the track that we're doing
For you and yours, full of glitter style
Showin all my skills like a stripper, baby
Hit me with some shit for now
Break it down, hit the ground
Move your hips around make it bounce
Shoop and sit down on my
Dick and do the brown
If you down we can bounce right now
Pick up a pound enjoy and lounge with style
Y'all know my name by now
No doubt cuban Link, baby '99 terror Squad
All you fake-ass niggas
Tryin to be like us, talk like us
But, you could never walk like us
Fuck around and get outlined in chalk
Terror Squad joe Crack big Pun prospecto
Armageaddyo triple Seis, what? Raoul
Cuban Link what-what '99, baby
Yo ladi dadi, mami, I love to party
Plus I always cause trouble
When I guzzle Bacardi
Got the hotties sippin rum
Maseratis with the stumps
Music bumpin out the trunk
Everybody's gettin drunk
From the Bronx, settin, lettin it all out
No doubt, toast your coast
Reppin the east, west, north, south
Now it's all about the Terror Squad
Ghetto superstars
Extra large players like Kareem Abdul Jabbar
Word to God, Pun
My crew won't give a fuck who you are
We do our job like we part of the mob
Shoot up the bar
Cuban the Don Daddy like John Gotti
I brung a long shotie for the chump bodies
If it's on it's on, mami
It's Mister Cuban Link, baby
Comin through with the hit's
Gettin love from the ladies while
My crew in the triz
And this goes out to the players, thugs
Hustlers and pimps (We run shit)
All around the world
You know I do my thing, baby
Cuban Link full eclipse
Terror Squad, new era, god
Better choose who you with
When we flip ain't no tellin what
We do to your click (We run shit)
All around the world
Villainous Terror Squadian
Bacardi dark got me crashin the party
Undressin hotties to take it all from
The drawers to they Barbie bit's
Pokin up in your?vaginal? flow
In Carhartts and Timbos
Thuggin it with a limp
Cause Cuban Link is known to pimp hoes
Gettin bimbos from all angles
Mandingo straight out the combo
From a bedroom I needed gettin
Head in a Durango grab your ankles
Do the hula hoop your culo while I do ya
Nothin's cooler than fuckin while you're
Puffin a bag of buddah
Don the Cuba's got your cura
Schoolin juniors like butuvas
Smooth as Luther when it comes to
Suckin hooters like a hoover
Who the man now? Impressed so many mamis
I can't count
Holdin my count down till the last round
Hands down no question I blow your chest in
With a Smith & Wesson
You'll be dead in less than a second - reckon
Better listen, my weapon
Step in my sessions for lessons
Lasting impression
Destined to be the best in this profession
I'm runnin ralleys from New York to
Cali up in a Caddy
Puffin like Daddy with paddy
Baggin the weed up in the backseat
Crackin forties, actin naughty
Tellin em shorties, havin orgees
Watchin pokeys with four freaks
- now that's me i be the nasty cuban
Slammin like I'm Patrick Ewing
Pass me a bag of weed, a brew
And the track that we're doing
For you and yours, full of glitter style
Showin all my skills like a stripper, baby
Hit me with some shit for now
Break it down, hit the ground
Move your hips around make it bounce
Shoop and sit down on my
Dick and do the brown
If you down we can bounce right now
Pick up a pound enjoy and lounge with style
Y'all know my name by now
No doubt cuban Link, baby '99 terror Squad
All you fake-ass niggas
Tryin to be like us, talk like us
But, you could never walk like us
Fuck around and get outlined in chalk
Terror Squad joe Crack big Pun prospecto
Armageaddyo triple Seis, what? Raoul