All Around the World

Lyrics

[Intro: Cuban Link] Yeah, yeah Terror Squad What, what Cuban Link What, what '99, baby [Verse 1: Cuban Link] Yo, yo, ladi-dadi, mami, I love to party Plus, I always cause trouble when I guzzle Bacardi Got the hotties sippin' rum, Maseratis with the stumps Music bumpin' out the trunk, everybody's gettin' drunk From the Bronx, settin', lettin' it all out, no doubt Coast to coast, reppin' the East, West, North, South Now it's all about the Terror Squad, ghetto superstars Extra-large players like Kareem Abdul Jabbar, word to God Pun, my crew won't give a fuck who you are We do our job like we part of the mob, shoot up the bar Cuba the Don Dadi like John Gotti, I brung a long shotty For the chump bodies, if it's on it's on, mami [Hook: Cuban Link] It's Mister Cuban Link, baby, coming through with the hits Getting love from the ladies while my crew runnin' Triz And this goes out to the players, thugs, hustlers and pimps (We run shit) All around the world You know I do my thing, baby, Cuban Link, Full-A-Clips Terror Squad, new era, God, better choose who you with When we flip, ain't no telling what we do to your clique (We run shit) All around the world [Verse 2: Cuban Link] Yo, Pun, this Terror Squadian Bacardi Dark got me crashin' the party in Gassin' hotties to take it all from the drawers to they Bobby pins Sparkin' up and I'm watching 'em flow in Carhartts and Timbos Thuggin' it with a limp 'cause Cuban Link is known to pimp hoes Gettin' bimbos from all angles, mandingo straight out the combo From a bedroom, I needed gettin' head in a Durango Grab your ankles, chula hula-hoop your culo while I do ya Nothin's cooler than fuckin' while you're puffin' a bag of buddha Don the Cuba's got your cura, schoolin' juniors like butuvas Smooth as Luther when it comes to suckin' hooters like a hoover Who the man now? Impressed so many mamis, I can't count Holdin' my camp down till the last round, hands down No question, I blow your chest in with a Smith and Wesson You'll be dead in less than a second, reckon If you're less than my weapon, step in my sessions for lessons Blessin' your presence, destined to be the best in this profession [Hook: Cuban Link] It's Mister Cuban Link, baby, coming through with the hits Getting love from the ladies while my crew runnin' Triz And this goes out to the players, thugs, hustlers and pimps (We run shit) All around the world You know I do my thing, baby, Cuban Link, Full-A-Clips Terror Squad, new era, God, better choose who you with When we flip, ain't no telling what we do to your clique (We run shit) All around the world [Verse 3: Cuban Link] I'm runnin' rallies from New York to Cali up in a Caddy Puffin' like Daddy with paddy, baggin' the weed up in the backseat Crackin' forties, actin' naughty, tappin' them shorties, havin' orgies While watchin' pokeys with four freaks now that's me I be the nasty Cuban, slammin' like I'm Patrick Ewing Pass me a bag of weed, a brew, and the track that we're doing For you and yours, Full-A-Clip-a-style Showin' all my skills like a stripper, baby, hit me with some shit for now Break it down, hit the ground, move your hips around Make it bounce, strip and sit down on my dick and do the brown If you down, we can bounce right now, pick up a pound Enjoy and lounge with style, y'all know my name by now [Hook: Cuban Link] It's Mister Cuban Link, baby, coming through with the hits Getting love from the ladies while my crew runnin' Triz And this goes out to the players, thugs, hustlers and pimps (We run shit) All around the world You know I do my thing, baby, Cuban Link, Full-A-Clips Terror Squad, new era, God, better choose who you with When we flip, ain't no telling what we do to your clique (We run shit) All around the world (2x) [Outro] No doubt, Cuban Link, baby '99, Terror Squad All you fake-ass niggas tryin' to be like us, talk 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 Seis, what? Raoul