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Pina Colada

アーティスト:Ruff Ryders  アルバム:Ryde Or Die Vol. 1  作詞:DEAN KASSEEM/JACOBS SEAN/RIOS CHRISTOPHER  作曲:DEAN KASSEEM/JACOBS SEAN/RIOS CHRISTOPHER 

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-Vaya -Come on -Vaya -A vailar Chorus 2x: Where're my niggers with the big dicks? -Ahh Where're my niggers with the hot whips? -Ahh Where're my niggers living better? We want Barettas and Amarettas, butter leathers and mad cheddar. Sheik: (Ayo Pun, I got you baby) We play the front not the back, when there's beef I attack Grab the guns and start lighting Ya'll the bitch niggers behind cars scared to death like "yo, who fighting?" How the fuck you teaching me I ain't got no obedience Ya'll are made of shit I'm the thug's ingredients And for my niggers I peel like fucked up paint jobs Cover your block and put holes in you like old blankets Fuck a bitch 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 bitch ass back me up You know double R and Terror Squad niggers want they cut. Chorus 2x Big Pun: I'm well know like Al Capone, full blown like Tone Montana In the zone sitting on chrome stoned sipping on Champana Rolling ganja 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 cause I'm piped up with


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