Cuban Link Lyrics

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Cheat On Her Lyrics

Yea, and anotha one

Big Pun baby, Big Pun baby

Tony Sunshine, Cuban Link now baby

Terror Squad baby, Terror Squad baby

Terror Squad baby

[Chorus 1 - Tony Sunshine]

Cheat on her

If shes gonna cheat on you

A lil crushing, at a hot lil spot

At a rendevouz

Cheat on her

If shes gonna cheat on you

Cuz shes gettin nasty wit ya best friend Nate

Or ya brother too

[Verse 1 - Cuban Link]

Aiyo excuses excuses 

I'm sick of this bullshit its useless

You're ruthless, you accused of me cheatin

But wat u proved miss?

The truth is, u keep flippin too much of those loose lips

Is it because I got the chicks feelin my music

If the shoe fits, wear it

Yo u be thinkin I'm stupid

Actin like u dont do shit, I studied ya movements

And uve been too slick since they first introduced us

Ya used to be in every dance club in the U.S.

You should think before u speak

Tryin to blame it all on me

Eager to beat so u could leave and have a cheap excuse to cheat

See I kno the game baby, You been actin strange lately

A lil deranged you changed u aint the same lady

Playin me shady claimin that I'm runnin trains daily

Sayin u hate me maybe its the fame thats makin u crazy

Maybe its me and jus the way that i see it

Better believe it, if i never got caught i never cheated

Keep it real even the sweetest girls be cheatin at will

Then u see em chillin like u and dont be feelin no guilt

Willin to deal wit it givin u dat devious grill

Cuz she feels u did it so shes gettin even to heal

I know da deal 

[Chorus 2]

Cheat on her 

If shes gonna cheat on you

She lookin kinda classy

But you find her at ya house, comment talez vouz

Cheat on her

If shes gonna cheat on you

She sumthin nasty

Wit the whole Terror Squad foundation boo

[Verse 2 - Big Pun]

Thought I was livin low key

Official pimp daddy ol' G

My whole steez was drinkin, hittin, and throwin trees

But don't sleep a freak aint always a mack

Then I found out my lil sweet was blowin out backs

She was lonely in track, started sippin Bacardi

Met sum pimp at a party, now she strippin at Ardy's

Pop the whip on a Harley

Mad kickin the body, finally slipped at a hottie

Gripped the politic at menagie

Party round more trains at a third world

Fuck its ver-hell, Mind you this used to be a church concert

Wit sum words filled, jus knowin I'm responsible

When I sleep all I see is Mandingo throwin and King-Kongin' you

Can't rest, its like I'm x-ed for life

How much respect should be spendin niggas know he sexin ya wife

Professional advice, ignore the whores and the hooters

Jus brains that are hard, very much more than a bruiser

More than a loser, cuz I lost love in the fast lane

Next time I'll think twice before I give away my last name

Its mad strain, mad strife mad stressful but its a man's game

Aiyo why u be mad?

[Tony Sunshine]

I'm sorry is all that I can say

I cheated, I pleaded

I'm sorry

[Chorus 1 & 2]

Shes gonna find out one day

It's done for life

Ooooooo, oh ohhhhh