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[00:00.00] 作词 : D. Sellers/F. Delgado[00:00.61] 作曲 : D. Sellers/F. Delgado[00:01.23][ intro：fat joe ][00:01.83]Yeah yeah[00:03.51]Terror squad what-what[00:06.06]Cuban link what-what[00:08.97]'99, baby[00:09.12][ verse 1: cuban link ][00:10.29]Yo ladi-dadi, mami, i love to party[00:12.12]Plus i always cause trouble when i guzzle bacardi[00:14.61]Got the hotties sippin rum, maseratis with the stumps[00:17.01]Music bumpin out the trunk. everybody's gettin drunk[00:19.47]From the bronx, settin, lettin it all out[00:21.66]No doubt, toast your coast[00:23.04]Reppin the east, west, north, south[00:24.72]Now it's all about the terror squad, ghetto superstars[00:27.30]Extra-large players like kareem abdul jabbar[00:29.28]Word to god, pun, my crew won't give a **** who you are[00:31.62]We do our job like we part of the mob, shoot up the bar[00:34.26]Cuban the don daddy like john gotti[00:36.39]I brung a long shotie for the c**** bodies[00:38.01]If it's on it's on, mami[00:38.58][ chorus ][00:39.06]It's mister cuban link, baby, comin through with the hits[00:41.55]Gettin love from the ladies while my crew in the triz[00:44.04]And this goes out to the players, thugs, hustlers and pimps[00:46.47](we run shit)[00:47.31]All around the world[00:48.93]You know i do my thing, baby, cuban link full eclipse[00:51.54]Terror squad, new era, god, better choose who you with[00:53.97]When we flip ain't no tellin what we do to your click[00:56.31](we run shit)[00:57.18]All around the world[00:57.99][ verse 2: cuban link ][00:58.65]Villainous terror squadian, bacardi dark got me crashin the party[01:01.47]Undressin hotties to take it all from the drawers to they barbie bits[01:04.08]Pokin up in your ?vaginal? flow in carhartts and timbos[01:06.48]Thuggin it with a limp, cause cuban link is known to pimp hoes[01:08.82]Gettin bimbos from all angles, mandingo straight out the combo[01:11.25]From a bedroom i needed gettin head in a durango[01:13.71]Grab your ankles, do the hula-hoop your culo while i do ya[01:16.17]Nothin's cooler than ****in while you're puffin a bag of buddah[01:18.60]Don the cuba's got your cura, schoolin juniors like butuvas[01:21.06]Smooth as luther when it comes to suckin hooters like a hoover[01:23.52]Who the man now? impressed so many mamis, i can't count[01:26.13]Holdin my count down till the last round, hands down[01:28.80]No question i blow your chest in with a smith & wesson[01:31.29]You'll be dead in less than a second - reckon[01:32.91]Better listen, my weapon, step in my sessions for lessons[01:35.79]Lasting impression, destined to be the best in this profession[01:42.27][ chorus ][01:45.63][ verse 3: cuban link ][01:57.93]I'm runnin ralleys from new york to cali up in a caddy[02:00.36]Puffin like daddy with paddy, baggin the shit up in the backseat[02:03.39]Crackin forties, actin naughty, tellin em shorties, havin orgees[02:06.09]Watchin pokeys with four freaks - now that's me[02:08.40]I be the nasty cuban, slammin like i'm patrick ewing[02:10.83]Pass me a bag of shit, a brew, and the track that we're doing[02:13.17]For you and yours, full of glitter style[02:14.97]Showin all my skills like a stripper, baby, hit me with some shit for now[02:18.00]Break it down, hit the ground, move your hips around[02:20.16]Make it bounce, shoop and sit down on my dick and do the brown[02:22.71]If you down we can bounce right now, pick up a pound[02:25.02]Enjoy and lounge with style, y'all know my name by now[02:27.39][ chorus ][02:32.76][ outro: fat joe ][02:37.47]No doubt[02:38.70]Cuban link, baby[02:39.93]'99[02:39.96]Terror squad[02:41.85]All you fake-ass bitches[02:42.72]Tryin to be like us, talk like us[02:43.77]But you could never walk like us[02:51.15]**** around and get outlined in chalk[02:59.64]Terror squad[03:01.29]Joe crack[03:01.56]Big pun[03:01.74]Prospecto[03:02.04]Armageaddyo[03:02.40]Triple seis, what?[03:03.45]Raoul