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Big Punisher

Genres: Hip-Hop

Bet Ya Man Can't (triz) Lyrics - Big Punisher

Blam, bang, bang baby 

Yeah, Terror Squad style 

Trizzie, check it out now 

 

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 is thick as a brick 

(Dick) 

Raw with big that bend it 

(Balls) 

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 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 friends 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 till 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-ya, 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 

 

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 official like it in 

(Shit's) 

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, cheeks 

(Ass) 

And I'll bring you joy like Black Street 

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' layed 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 

(Okay) 

 

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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