Ruff Ryders, Big Pun and Sheek Louch - Pina Colada

Vaya
Come on
Vaya
A bailar

Where my niggas with the big dicks? (Huh?)
Where my niggas with the hot whips? (Huh?)
Where my niggas living better?
We want Beretta and Amarettos
Butter leathers and mad cheddar (c'mon)
Where my niggas with the big dicks? (Huh?) (we right here)
Where my niggas with the hot whips? (Huh?) (uh-huh)
Where my niggas living better?
We want Beretta and Amarettos (word up, ayo Pun, I got you, baby)
Butter leathers and mad cheddar

We play the front not the back, when there's beef I attack
Grab the guns and start lighting
Y'all them bitch niggas behind cars scared to death
Like, "Yo, who fighting?"
How the fuck you teaching me? I ain't got no obedience
Y'all ain't made of shit, I'm a thug's ingredients
And for my niggas, I peel like fucked up paint jobs
Cover your block and put holes in you like old blankets
Fuck a bitch and use a sock and wipe my nut, what?
Run in your spot and use a Glock and 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, y'all know that Sheek be freaky
I put coke in their peepee then stuff they bras
Put some coke in their bras they look like coconuts
That's what's up, don't have Sheek click-clack this up
Disload the backpack, her bitch-ass'll back me up
You know double R and Terror Squad niggas want they cut, what?

Where my niggas with the big dicks? (Huh?)
Where my niggas with the hot whips? (Huh?)
Where my niggas living better?
We want Beretta and Amarettos
Butter leathers and mad cheddar (huh?)
Where my niggas with the big dicks? (Huh?)
Where my niggas with the hot whips? (Huh?) (yeah)
Where my niggas living better?
We want Beretta and Amarettos (uh, uh)
Butter leathers and mad cheddar

I'm well known like Al Capone, fully blown like Ton' Montana
In a zone, sittin' on chrome, stoned sippin' on champagna
Rollin' ganja up in Bible papers, see how high the lye can take us
Through the eyes of Christ, John, Elijah, Jacob
I make the kind of green a hustler dream
Bustin' out the custard cream Viper
Custom piped up with the mustard seams
Clustered green, Fort Knox, I'm hard, demon medallion mocking God
Even Italians see my batallion pull out the broad
I got the Squad over-qualified, pullin' over Karl Kani
Range Rover tilted, three-wheeled hydraulic slide
Sparkin' lye in the clouds and reppin' my housin'
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 if she ain't running the trizzie, yo

Where my niggas with the big dicks? (Huh?)
Where my niggas with the hot whips? (Huh?)
Where my niggas living better?
We want Beretta and Amarettos
Butter leathers and mad cheddar
Where my niggas with the big dicks? (Huh?)
Where my niggas with the hot whips? (Huh?)
Where my niggas living better?
We want Beretta and Amarettos
Butter leathers and mad cheddar (yeah)

Disrespect the Don, word bond, I'm gonna shoot ya
We can get it on maricón hijo de gran puta
Who you fucking' wit'?
Bitch-ass nigga, you ain't never run up on shit
Talking like you gon' bust yo' clip
Nigga, you ain't no fucking threat, you talk a lot
But you ain't never really had to walk that block
Cock that Glock, think I'm pussy?
Oh shit, yeah, Big Punisher's off his rocker (huh)
What you got? Beef wit' B? Aight then papi, Sheek's with me (uh, uh)
Thought you gon', just gon' creep on me (uh, uh)
Without some type of an injury?

I see coward in yours, what you up in my eyes?
Big dick between mine, what the fuck between your thighs?
Pussy, If I shoot, are you gon' shoot back?
I don't think so, your man a thug, you ride piggy-back
You the one that pass the gat, tell your man to bust that
You ain't making no money, you's a broke-ass cat
And once these pop, cops bring the chalk
And the mop to get the rest of you up off the sidewalk, what?

Where my niggas with the big dicks? (Huh?)
Where my niggas with the hot whips? (Huh?)
Where my niggas living better?
We want Beretta and Amarettos
Butter leathers and mad cheddar (huh?)
Where my niggas with the big dicks? (Huh?)
Where my niggas with the hot whips? (Huh?)
Where my niggas living better?
We want Beretta and Amarettos
Butter leathers and mad cheddar

Ruff Ryders
Swizz Beatz, Terror Squad
2000
Uh, okay

Written by:
Christopher Rios, Kasseem Dean, Sean Jacobs

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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