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  • [ intro:fat joe ]
    Yeah yeah
    Terror squad what-what
    Cuban link what-what
    '99, baby
    [ verse 1: cuban link ]
    Yo ladi-dadi, mami, i love to party
    Plus i always cause trouble when i guzzle bacardi
    Got the hotties sippin rum, maseratis with the stumps
    Music bumpin out the trunk. everybody's gettin drunk
    From the bronx, settin, lettin it all out
    No doubt, toast your coast
    Reppin the east, west, north, south
    Now it's all about the terror squad, ghetto superstars
    Extra-large players like kareem abdul jabbar
    Word to god, pun, my crew won't give a **** who you are
    We do our job like we part of the mob, shoot up the bar
    Cuban the don daddy like john gotti
    I brung a long shotie for the c**** bodies
    If it's on it's on, mami
    [ chorus ]
    It's mister cuban link, baby, comin through with the hits
    Gettin love from the ladies while my crew in the triz
    And this goes out to the players, thugs, hustlers and pimps
    (we run ****)
    All around the world
    You know i do my thing, baby, cuban link full eclipse
    Terror squad, new era, god, better choose who you with
    When we flip ain't no tellin what we do to your click
    (we run ****)
    All around the world
    [ verse 2: cuban link ]
    Villainous terror squadian, bacardi dark got me crashin the party
    Undressin hotties to take it all from the drawers to they barbie bits
    Pokin up in your ?vaginal? flow in carhartts and timbos
    Thuggin it with a limp, cause cuban link is known to pimp hoes
    Gettin bimbos from all angles, mandingo straight out the combo
    From a bedroom i needed gettin head in a durango
    Grab your ankles, do the hula-hoop your culo while i do ya
    Nothin's cooler than ****in while you're puffin a bag of buddah
    Don the cuba's got your cura, schoolin juniors like butuvas
    Smooth as luther when it comes to suckin hooters like a hoover
    Who the man now? impressed so many mamis, i can't count
    Holdin my count down till the last round, hands down
    No question i blow your chest in with a smith & wesson
    You'll be dead in less than a second - reckon
    Better listen, my weapon, step in my sessions for lessons
    Lasting impression, destined to be the best in this profession
    [ chorus ]
    [ verse 3: cuban link ]
    I'm runnin ralleys from new york to cali up in a caddy
    Puffin like daddy with paddy, baggin the **** up in the backseat
    Crackin forties, actin naughty, tellin em shorties, havin orgees
    Watchin pokeys with four freaks - now that's me
    I be the nasty cuban, slammin like i'm patrick ewing
    Pass me a bag of ****, a brew, and the track that we're doing
    For you and yours, full of glitter style
    Showin all my skills like a stripper, baby, hit me with some **** for now
    Break it down, hit the ground, move your hips around
    Make it bounce, shoop and sit down on my **** and do the brown
    If you down we can bounce right now, pick up a pound
    Enjoy and lounge with style, y'all know my name by now
    [ chorus ]
    [ outro: fat joe ]
    No doubt
    Cuban link, baby
    '99
    Terror squad
    All you fake-ass *****s
    Tryin to be like us, talk like us
    But you could never walk like us
    **** around and get outlined in chalk
    Terror squad
    Joe crack
    Big pun
    Prospecto
    Armageaddyo
    Triple seis, what?
    Raoul
  • [ intro:fat joe ]
    Yeah yeah
    Terror squad what-what
    Cuban link what-what
    '99, baby
    [ verse 1: cuban link ]
    Yo ladi-dadi, mami, i love to party
    Plus i always cause trouble when i guzzle bacardi
    Got the hotties sippin rum, maseratis with the stumps
    Music bumpin out the trunk. everybody's gettin drunk
    From the bronx, settin, lettin it all out
    No doubt, toast your coast
    Reppin the east, west, north, south
    Now it's all about the terror squad, ghetto superstars
    Extra-large players like kareem abdul jabbar
    Word to god, pun, my crew won't give a **** who you are
    We do our job like we part of the mob, shoot up the bar
    Cuban the don daddy like john gotti
    I brung a long shotie for the c**** bodies
    If it's on it's on, mami
    [ chorus ]
    It's mister cuban link, baby, comin through with the hits
    Gettin love from the ladies while my crew in the triz
    And this goes out to the players, thugs, hustlers and pimps
    (we run ****)
    All around the world
    You know i do my thing, baby, cuban link full eclipse
    Terror squad, new era, god, better choose who you with
    When we flip ain't no tellin what we do to your click
    (we run ****)
    All around the world
    [ verse 2: cuban link ]
    Villainous terror squadian, bacardi dark got me crashin the party
    Undressin hotties to take it all from the drawers to they barbie bits
    Pokin up in your ?vaginal? flow in carhartts and timbos
    Thuggin it with a limp, cause cuban link is known to pimp hoes
    Gettin bimbos from all angles, mandingo straight out the combo
    From a bedroom i needed gettin head in a durango
    Grab your ankles, do the hula-hoop your culo while i do ya
    Nothin's cooler than ****in while you're puffin a bag of buddah
    Don the cuba's got your cura, schoolin juniors like butuvas
    Smooth as luther when it comes to suckin hooters like a hoover
    Who the man now? impressed so many mamis, i can't count
    Holdin my count down till the last round, hands down
    No question i blow your chest in with a smith & wesson
    You'll be dead in less than a second - reckon
    Better listen, my weapon, step in my sessions for lessons
    Lasting impression, destined to be the best in this profession
    [ chorus ]
    [ verse 3: cuban link ]
    I'm runnin ralleys from new york to cali up in a caddy
    Puffin like daddy with paddy, baggin the **** up in the backseat
    Crackin forties, actin naughty, tellin em shorties, havin orgees
    Watchin pokeys with four freaks - now that's me
    I be the nasty cuban, slammin like i'm patrick ewing
    Pass me a bag of ****, a brew, and the track that we're doing
    For you and yours, full of glitter style
    Showin all my skills like a stripper, baby, hit me with some **** for now
    Break it down, hit the ground, move your hips around
    Make it bounce, shoop and sit down on my **** and do the brown
    If you down we can bounce right now, pick up a pound
    Enjoy and lounge with style, y'all know my name by now
    [ chorus ]
    [ outro: fat joe ]
    No doubt
    Cuban link, baby
    '99
    Terror squad
    All you fake-ass *****s
    Tryin to be like us, talk like us
    But you could never walk like us
    **** around and get outlined in chalk
    Terror squad
    Joe crack
    Big pun
    Prospecto
    Armageaddyo
    Triple seis, what?
    Raoul