Terror Squad - All Around The World lyrics
[ intro: fat joe ]
Yeah yeah
Terror squad what-what
Cuban link what-what
'99baby
[ verse 1: cuban link ]
Yo ladi-dadimamiI love to party
Plus I always cause trouble when I guzzle bacardi
Got the hotties sippin rummaseratis with the stumps
Music bumpin out the trunk. everybody's gettin drunk
From the bronxsettinlettin it all out
No doubttoast your coast
Reppin the eastwestnorthsouth
Now it's all about the terror squadghetto superstars
Extra-large players like kareem abdul jabbar
Word to godpunmy crew won't give a fuck who you are
We do our job like we part of the mobshoot up the bar
Cuban the don daddy like john gotti
I brung a long shotie for the chump bodies
If it's on it's onmami
[ chorus ]
It's mister cuban linkbabycomin through with the hits
Gettin love from the ladies while my crew in the triz
And this goes out to the playersthugshustlers and pimps
(we run shit)
All around the world
You know I do my thingbabycuban link full eclipse
Terror squadnew eragodbetter choose who you with
When we flip ain't no tellin what we do to your click
(we run shit)
All around the world
[ verse 2: cuban link ]
Villainous terror squadianbacardi 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 limpcause cuban link is known to pimp hoes
Gettin bimbos from all anglesmandingo straight out the combo
From a bedroom I needed gettin head in a durango
Grab your anklesdo the hula-hoop your culo while I do ya
Nothin's cooler than fuckin while you're puffin a bag of buddah
Don the cuba's got your curaschoolin juniors like butuvas
Smooth as luther when it comes to suckin hooters like a hoover
Who the man now? impressed so many mamisI can't count
Holdin my count down till the last roundhands down
No question I blow your chest in with a smith & wesson
You'll be dead in less than a second - reckon
Better listenmy weaponstep in my sessions for lessons
Lasting impressiondestined 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 paddybaggin the weed up in the backseat
Crackin fortiesactin naughtytellin em shortieshavin orgees
Watchin pokeys with four freaks - now that's me
I be the nasty cubanslammin like I'm patrick ewing
Pass me a bag of weeda brewand the track that we're doing
For you and yoursfull of glitter style
Showin all my skills like a stripperbabyhit me with some shit for now
Break it downhit the groundmove your hips around
Make it bounceshoop and sit down on my dick and do the brown
If you down we can bounce right nowpick up a pound
Enjoy and lounge with styley'all know my name by now
[ chorus ]
[ outro: fat joe ]
No doubt
Cuban linkbaby
'99
Terror squad
All you fake-ass niggas
Tryin to be like ustalk like us
But you could never walk like us
Fuck around and get outlined in chalk
Terror squad
Joe crack
Big pun
Prospecto
Armageaddyo
Triple seiswhat?
Raoul
