Pina Colada-Ruff Ryders featuring Big Pun and Sheik (Explicit)-Ruff Ryders/Big Pun/Sheik
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TXT Pina Colada-Ruff Ryders featuring Big Pun and Sheik (Explicit)-Ruff Ryders/Big Pun/Sheik 文本歌词
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
