paroles de chanson All Around The World (feat. Cuban Link) - Terror Squad , Cuban Link
(Intro:
fat
joe)
Yeah
yeah
Terror
squad
what-what
Cuban
link
what-what
'99,
baby
(Verse
1:
cuban
link)
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,
toast
your
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
f**k
who
you
are
We
do
our
job
like
we
part
of
the
mob,
shoot
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
on,
mami
(Chorus)
It's
mister
cuban
link,
baby,
comin
through
with
the
hits
Gettin
love
from
the
ladies
while
my
crew
in
the
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
eclipse
Terror
squad,
new
era,
god,
better
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
squadian,
bacardi
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
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,
do
the
hula-hoop
your
culo
while
I
do
ya
Nothin's
cooler
than
f**kin
while
you're
puffin
a
bag
of
buddah
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
count
down
till
the
last
round,
hands
down
No
question
I
blow
your
chest
in
with
a
smith
& wesson
You'll
be
dead
in
less
than
a
second
- reckon
Better
listen,
my
weapon,
step
in
my
sessions
for
lessons
Lasting
impression,
destined
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
paddy,
baggin
the
weed
up
in
the
backseat
Crackin
forties,
actin
naughty,
tellin
em
shorties,
havin
orgees
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
of
glitter
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,
shoop
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
(Chorus)
(Outro:
fat
joe)
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
F**k
around
and
get
outlined
in
chalk
Terror
squad
Joe
crack
Big
pun
Prospecto
Armageaddyo
Triple
seis,
what?
Raoul
1 In For Life (feat. Big Pun, Triple Seis, Prospect, & Cuban Link)
2 Pass the Glock
3 Watcha Gon Do? (feat. Big Pun)
4 Triple Threat (feat. Armageaddon, Big Pun, & Cuban Link)
5 War (feat. Triple Seis)
6 Bring It On (feat. Fat Joe)
7 As The World Turns (feat. Cuban Link, Prospect, Triple Seis, & Tony Sunshine)
8 Feelin' This (feat. Armageaddon, Prospect & Big Pun)
9 All Around The World (feat. Cuban Link)
10 Rudeboy Salute (feat. Big Pun, Fat Joe & Buju Banton)
11 My Kinda Girls (feat. Tony Sunshine & Cuban Link)
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