Bet Ya Man Can’t lyrics

Artist  : Fat Joe 
Song : Bet Ya Man Can’t



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 [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 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? )
I make you scream papa -- adios mama!