Pina Colada-Ruff Ryders featuring Big Pun and Sheik (Explicit)-Ruff Ryders

Pina Colada-Ruff Ryders featuring Big Pun and Sheik (Explicit)

歌手:Ruff Ryders

时间:2001-03-28

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Pina Colada-Ruff Ryders featuring Big Pun and Sheik (Explicit) - Ruff Ryders/Big Pun/Sheik

Vaya

Come on

Vaya

A bailar

Where're my niggaz

With the big dicks Ahh

Where're my niggaz

With the hot whips Ahh

Where're my niggaz living better

We want Barettas and Amarettas

Butter leathers and mad cheddar

Where're my niggaz

With the big dicks Ahh

Where're my niggaz

With the hot whips Ahh

Where're my niggaz living better

We want Barettas and Amarettas

Butter leathers and mad cheddar

We play the front not the back

When there's beef I attack

Grab the guns and start lighting

Ya'll the b**ch niggaz behind cars

Scared to death like

"Yo who fighting"

How the f**k you teaching me

I ain't got no obedience

Ya'll are made of sh*t

I'm the thug's ingredients

And for my niggaz

I peel like f**ked up paint jobs

Cover your block and put

Holes in you like old blankets

F**k a b**ch 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

B**ch a** back me up

You know double R and Terror

Squad niggaz want they cut what

Where're my niggaz

With the big dicks Ahh

Where're my niggaz

With the hot whips Ahh

Where're my niggaz living better

We want Barettas and Amarettas

Butter leathers and mad cheddar

Where're my niggaz

With the big dicks Ahh

Where're my niggaz

With the hot whips Ahh

Where're my niggaz living better

We want Barettas and Amarettas

Butter leathers and mad cheddar

I'm well know like Al Capone

Full blown like Tone Montana

In the zone sitting on chrome

Stoned sipping on Champana

Rolling *** 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 'cuz 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

Where're my niggaz

With the big dicks Ahh

Where're my niggaz

With the hot whips Ahh

Where're my niggaz living better

We want Barettas and Amarettas

Butter leathers and mad cheddar

Where're my niggaz

With the big dicks Ahh

Where're my niggaz

With the hot whips Ahh

Where're my niggaz living better

We want Barettas and Amarettas

Butter leathers and mad cheddar

Disrespect the Don word's

Bond I'm gonna shoot ya

We can get it on maricon

Hijo'de gran puta

Who you f**king' wit

B**ch a** ni**a you

Ain't running' up on sh*t

Talking' like you gonna bust yo clip

Ni**a you ain't no f**king threat

You talk a lot but you

Ain't never realized

That if you walk that block

Cock that Glock think I'm p**sy

Oh sh*t 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

I see coward in yours

What you up in my eyes

Big dick between mine

What the f**k between your thighs

P**sy 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-a** cat

And once these pop

Cops bring the chalk

And the mop to get the

Rest of you off the sidewalk what

Where're my niggaz

With the big dicks Ahh

Where're my niggaz

With the hot whips Ahh

Where're my niggaz living better

We want Barettas and Amarettas

Butter leathers and mad cheddar

Where're my niggaz

With the big dicks Ahh

Where're my niggaz

With the hot whips Ahh

Where're my niggaz living better

We want Barettas and Amarettas

Butter leathers and mad cheddar

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