Bet Ya Man Cant
Blam!
Bang bang baby!
Yeah, Terror Squad style
Trizzie, check it out now
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
Slayin "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 fits 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 pickup artist
That'll stick you quicker than a 'spic will 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
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!)
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!)
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
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 massala
I'll be in the sauna, droopin the nalga like the chupacabra
Cool it mama, you gettin too hot, bust a shot
Boo-yaa! Rub it up and down like my uvas
Sucia!, show me your dirty dance
The way you work the pants make any man wanna jerk his hands
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!)
Yo my shits 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, if 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
Ohh 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 (ohkayyy!)
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 pana!)
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!
Bang bang baby!
Yeah, Terror Squad style
Trizzie, check it out now
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
Slayin "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 fits 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 pickup artist
That'll stick you quicker than a 'spic will 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
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!)
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!)
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
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 massala
I'll be in the sauna, droopin the nalga like the chupacabra
Cool it mama, you gettin too hot, bust a shot
Boo-yaa! Rub it up and down like my uvas
Sucia!, show me your dirty dance
The way you work the pants make any man wanna jerk his hands
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!)
Yo my shits 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, if 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
Ohh 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 (ohkayyy!)
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 pana!)
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!
Credits
Writer(s): Kimberly Jones, Joseph Cartagena, Sean Combs, James Brown, Steven Jordan, David Paich, Felix Delgado, Kielmanuegge Ruben Garcia, Lonnie Lynn, D. Foster, Rafael Ortiz
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