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project party - cuban link lyrics

[verse 1: cuban link]
soon as the party starts, i′m at the bar gargling bacardi dark
talking to broads, sparking up blunts with my bodyguards
terror squad, pa, we like the gotti mob, quick to let the shotty spark
turn your bodsi boys, into body parts
got some heart, now you think you rocky balboa
i can c*ck you up raw, grab the mac, and blast off
have you running out the back door, with a cracked jaw
with my gat clapping at you like a round of applause
and that’s all, what you ask for is what you get
sh*t, i′d rather dance my ass off and take a chick to my crib
and get her pants off, quicker than trinidad’s fist
and get the hand off and slip it to my n*gga sunkiss
on some fun sh*t, tongue her down, and cum on the tits
cause we don’t front miss, after this we running the triz
so come and get it, if you want it, if you got it, baby flaunt it
get up on it, if you ’bout it, we can rock until the morning, ya heard

[chorus]
how many thugs in the club want to f*ck tonight?
just about evеry thug in the party
how many b*tches in the club want to f*ck tonight?
just about еvery b*tch in the party
so all my kitties, rub your titties if you feeling right
n*gga, just pass us the blunts and bacardi
but if you motherf*ckers want to get it on tonight
no doubt about it, we can all get rowdy
[verse 2: sunkiss, cuban link]
since i’ve been rocking flows
with more packing backs and mop and glo
chopping o′s, telling these fiends to cop and go
now i’m in the caribbean, burning lots of dro
with the rasta hoes, weahchopoweasyo
grab her by the dreads, shove my meat
right between her cocoa bread, give me loco head
in the sofa bed, leave that choco dead, from k!ller strokes
neighbors downstairs, even chandeliers from the ceiling broke
don′t get it twisted, i ain’t only a lover, i′m a fighter
scratcher, puncher, kicker, choker, biter
stabber, shooter, take ya b*tch, and grab her hooters
give her flintstone, rock c*ck, then yabbadabba do her
how many b*tches in the club, is intelligent?
how many n*ggas feel, that sh*t is irrelevant?
the dumber, the quicker, hit some of this liquor
b*tch, we coming to get ya, so put your tongue on a n*gga and l!ck it

[chorus]
how many thugs in the club want to f*ck tonight?
just about every thug in the party
how many b*tches in the club want to f*ck tonight?
just about every b*tch in the party
so all my kitties, rub your titties if you feeling right
n*gga, just pass us the blunts and bacardi
but if you motherf*ckers want to get it on tonight
no doubt about it, we can all get rowdy
[verse 3: cuban link, sunkiss]
ya want beef, don’t risk it
it′s suicide, like getting your wrist slit
sh*t, my limp bizkit go pop like nsync
so keep your distance, you don’t know me, man
i’ll beat you senseless, if you f*ck with me or my fam
my guns bam bam like barney bubble son
always troublesome, stick you for your pack of bubble gum
and don′t chew none of them
cast me with pun and them, trizzed out, in a benz tank
five guns, three bats, four grenades, and ten shanks
at point blank range, my joint takes aim
i don′t play games, yeah, i’m a thug and i just can′t change
up in the club, getting f*cked up from champagne
a man’s game, guns dirty, but keep my hands clean
cuckoo like cocoa puffs, fake thugs, thinking you so so tough
i’ma let the foe foe bust, run up on your whip
leave your body leaning on your frontward clutch
laugh and roll a dutch, then dash, when kobo touch

- cuban link lyrics

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