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Album: Don Cartagena (1998)
Fat Joe - Don Cartagena Album

Song Title:	Bet Ya Man Cant (Triz)
Genre:	Rap: Hip-Hop
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Featuring Big Pun Cuban Link Triple Seis]
[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 Lugor
So who's next to 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, scoop and dive right between your thighs
I satisfy like a Snickers bar, cause I'm the pick-up artist
that'll stick you quicker than the spic the strength of God
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 Donna
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
Oohs yah, show me your dirty dance
The way you work the pants make any man wanna jerk his grands
Chorus
[Triple Seis]
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
[Cuban Link]
C'mon mami, you comin with me
All night in my tub drinkin Hennessey
Gettin lied up with your thighs up, I'm a surpriser
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?)
I make you scream papa -- adios mama

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