Bet Ya Man Can't (Triz)

[Fat Joe] Blam! Bang bang baby! Yeah, Terror Squad style Trizzie, check it out now [Cuban Link] 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 mami's out like Sugar Ray Cause Cuban Link don't play miss, I flip and do some strange [shit] Witchu like hit you with the whips and chains, check it I get you naked like I'm mystic, cause this [dick] is Thick as a brick, raw with big [balls] that bend it Now let's get, physical, my jiggable pie Let this lyrical guy scuba dive right between your thighs I satisfy like a Snickers bar cause I'm the bigger bar That'll stick you quicker than a 'spic will strip a car My repoitoire 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 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 make you scream papa (you the best dada!) Chorus [Fat Joe] Yeah, uh, uh, yo Paradin in the Palladium, all eyes on my presence Poppin the Crist', 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 drink pissy Wanna lay your love, but your love wanna kiss me, huh I got a fly team, me and my guys gleam like high beams Makin the killin off of fiends with pipe dreams It might seem, like I'm conceited with the C.R.E.A.M. talk But I got the kind of green that could bribe a Supreme Court And when we talk, the whole world listen Turn 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 dolla We can party til manana ain't nobody gotta know nada Word to Allah, give me some Mississippi massana I'll be in the sauna, 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 oo-wops Sucia!, show me your dirty dance The way you work the pants make any man wanna jerk his gnads Chorus [Cuban Link] Yo, my [shit's] official like it in you like, Keith Murray Bury my beef, gettin your sweet cherry every week if necessary I'm very nasty like Nas, did you ask me? Pass me those [ass]cheeks and I'll bring you joy like BlackSTREET In the backseat 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 [Triple Seis] Ohh mami, you comin home with me All night in my tub drinkin Hennessey Gettin lyed up with your thighs up, I'mma surprise her When I rise up, inside her Yippie kay yay, I'mma 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 (oahkayyy!) Chorus: Big Pun 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 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 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 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 make you scream papa -- adios mama!