Bet Ya Man Can't (Triz)

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 Lugor

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

Sayin "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 cream 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, troopin the naga like the chupacabra

Cool it mama, you gettin too hot, bust a shot

Boo-yaa! Rub it up and down like my oo-wops

Suscia!, 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]

Come on Mami, you comin home with me

All night in my tub drinkin Hennessey

Gettin lyed up with your thighs up, I'ma surprise her

when I rise up, inside her

Yippie kay 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 (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?)