Fat Joe — Bet Ya Man Cant Triz

[Intro: Fat Joe & Cuban Link] Bam Bang-bang, baby Yeah, Terror Squad style Trizzie, check it out now (Yo) [Verse 1: Cuban Link] 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 fits 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 [Chorus: Big Pun, Lo-Key & Fat Joe] 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) [Verse 2: Fat Joe] 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 T.S. for one second and find your girl missin' [Verse 3: Big Pun] 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 [Chorus: Big Pun, Lo-Key & Cuban Link] 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) [Verse 4: Cuban Link] 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 [Verse 5: Triple Seis] 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 [Chorus: Big Pun & Lo-Key] 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 [Skit] 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? T.S., nigga T.S., nigga (Yo, that's that rapper) T.S Ayo, chill, man Ayo, C.O., man Ayo, C— oh!