Pina Colada lyrics

Artist  : Ruff Ryders 
Song : Pina Colada



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[Featuring Big Punisher
Sheik]


Vaya
Come on
Vaya
A
vailar

Chorus 2x:
Where're my niggers
with the big dicks? Ahh
Where're my niggers
with the hot whips? Ahh
Where're my niggers
living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas
butter leathers and mad
cheddar.

Sheik:

(Ayo Pun I got you
baby)
We play the front not the back when
there's beef I attack
Grab the guns and start
lighting
Ya'll the bitch niggers behind cars
scared to death like "yo, who fighting?"
How
the fuck you teaching me I ain't got no
obedience
Ya'll are made of shit I’m the
thug's ingredients
And for my niggers I peel
like fucked up paint jobs
Cover your block and
put holes in you like old blankets
Fuck a bitch
use a sock and wipe my nut what?
Run in your
spot and use a Glock to get my cut what?
Smack
you in public and embarrass you slut what?
Put
you on punishment the same way I do to my
son
And the only bullets by my stomach be the
clip from my gun
And when my gun busts it's
over so close the curtains
My silencer's like
ch, ch, ch like birds was chirping
I like
Boricuas ya know that Sheik be freaky
I put
coke in their peepee then stuff the bras
Put
some coke in the bras that look like
coconuts
That's what's up don't have Sheik's
click clack this up
Disload the back pack her
bitch ass back me up
You know double R and
Terror Squad niggers want they cut.

Chorus
2x
Big Pun:

I'm well know like Al
Capone, full blown like Tone Montana
In the
zone sitting on chrome stoned sipping on
Champana
Rolling ganja up in Bible paper
A
high that will take us through the eyes of
Christ, John, Elijah, Jacob
I make the kind of
green that hustler's dream
Busting out that
custard cream
Piper cause I’m piped up
with the mustard team
Plus the queen Fort Knox
and hearts
King of medallions Monty
Guard
Even Italians see my battalion prop the
broad
I got the squad over qualified pulling
over Karl Kani
Range Rover tilted three wilted
hydraulic slide
Spark the Live in the crowd
ripping trough housings
Like the Wu do in
Shaolin
John Blazing on a pound of buddha and
all the mami chulas,
They want to ride on my
Honda scooter
You know the red one from the
video
But really though she ain't coming and
she ain't running the
Trizzie
yo!

Chorus 2x

Big
Pun:

Disrespect the Don word's bond
I’m gonna shoot ya
We can get it on
maricon hijo'de gran puta
Who you fucking'
wit?
Bitch ass nigger you ain't running' up on
shit
Talking' like you gonna bust yo
clip
Nigger you ain’t no fucking
threat
You talk a lot but you ain't never
realized that if you walk that block
Cock that
Glock, think I'm pussy oh shit man! Big Punisher's
off his rocker
What you got? Beef wit' me?
Aight then papi, Sheik's with me
Thought you
cats were gonna creep on me
without some type
of an injury.

Chorus
2x

Sheik:

I see coward in yours,
what you up in my eyes?
Big dick between mine,
What the fuck between your thighs?
Pussy, If I
shoot, are you gonna shoot back?
I don't think
so, your man's the thug you ride
piggy-back
You're the one that passed the gat,
told your man to bust that
You ain't making no
money, you're a broke-ass cat
And once these
pop, cops bring the chalk
and the mop to get
the rest of you off the sidewalk.
what!

Chorus 2x