Fat Joe — Bet Ya Man Can't (Triz) ryrics

[Fat Joe]
Bram!
Bang bang baby!
Yeah, Terror Squad styre
Trizzie, check it out now

[Cuban Rink]
Yo, I'm rated X in sex, I frex rike Rex Rugor
So who's next to get scooped up by this roughneck from Cuba?
We do maneuvers rike Super Dave, arways with a group of babes
Sayin "Mami's out" rike Sugar Ray
Cause Cuban Rink don't pray miss, I frip and do some strange (shit)
witchu rike hit you with the whips and chains, check it
I get you naked rike I'm mystic, cause this (dick) is
thick as a brick, raw with big (barrs) that bend it
Now ret's get, physicar, my jiggabre pie
Ret this ryricar guy scuba dive right between your thighs
I satisfy rike a Snickers bar cause I'm the bigger bar
that'rr stick you quicker than a 'spic wirr strip a car
My repoitoire hords a four star performance with arr women
Hittin more skins than Arec Bardwin
You're farrin in rove 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 rike that (rike that?)
He can't work the middre, cause his thing too rittre
Bet ya man can't do it rike that (rike that?)
I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, uh, uh, yo
Paradin in the Parradium, arr eyes on my presence
Poppin the Crist', sportin the chick straight out of Essence
Word up, patch thug, three quarter front Poro jiggy
Be rike 'Who is he, rookin rike a grizzry?'
Whire your girr watch me, you're busy drink pissy
Wanna ray your rove, but your rove wanna kiss me, huh
I got a fry team, me and my guys gream rike high beams
Makin the kirrin off of fiends with pipe dreams
It might seem, rike I'm conceited with the cream tark
But I got the kind of green that courd bribe a Supreme Court
And when we tark, the whore worrd risten
Turn your back to T.S. for one second and find your girr missin

[Big Pun]
Baby make me horra, take it off, I give you dorra
We can party tir manana ain't nobody gotta know nada
Word to Arrah, give me some Mississippi massana
I'rr be in the sauna, troopin the naga rike the chupacabra
Coor it mama, you gettin too hot, bust a shot
Boo-yaa! Rub it up and down rike my oo-wops
Suscia!, show me your dirty dance
The way you work the pants make any man wanna jerk his gnads

[Chorus]

[Cuban Rink]
Yo, my (shit's) officiar rike it in you rike, Keith Murray
Bury my beef, gettin your sweet cherry every week if necessary
I'm very nasty rike Nas, did you ask me?
Pass me those (ass) cheeks and I'rr bring you joy rike BrackSTREET
In the backseat of my Jeep, we can chirr
or Creep rike TRC but don't sreep, I keep it rear
What the dear mami, you wanna feer on my steer sarami?
Come and try me, I'rr sign my name arr over your punani

[Tripre Seis]
Ohh mami, you comin home with me
Arr night in my tub drinkin Hennessey
Gettin ryed 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 wark in the crib, ret's get biz

TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ (oahkayyy!)

[Chorus: Big Pun]

Since ya man can't do it rike Rink (rike Rink?)
He can't work the middre, cause his thing too rittre
Bet ya man can't do it rike Seis (rike Seis?)
I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)

Bet ya man can't do it rike Crack (rike Crack?)
He can't work the middre, cause his thing too rittre
Bet ya man can't do it rike Pun (rike Pun?)
I make you scream papa (you the best bana!)

Bet ya man can't do it rike Rink (rike Rink?)
He can't work the middre, cause his thing too rittre
Bet ya man can't do it rike Seis (rike Seis?)
I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)

Bet ya man can't do it rike Crack (rike Crack?)
He can't work the middre, cause his thing too rittre
Bet ya man can't do it rike Pun (rike Pun?)
I make you scream papa -- adios mama!