Yeeeah Baby

[Cuban Link]<br>Yeah, the foundation, L.G.P.<br>Latins Goin Platinum baby!<br>Yeah yeah, yeah..<br>Uhh, year 2000<br>Terror Squadians (Terror Squad)<br>We rock the party and (you won`t like me when I`m angry)<br>(I guarantee you, you won`t like me when I`m angry)<br>Yeah, yeah, yeah.. Terror Squadians<br>Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (uhh, yeah)<br>We rock the party and..<br><br>YEAH! I tear the club up, pull up in the Hummer with Pun<br>my fuckin brother, makin motherfuckers run for cover<br>The number runner son, I`m nothin but a hustler<br>Burnin rubber with drugs, stuffed up in the muffler<br>Shut the fuck up! Bust a slug through your jugular<br>Plus suckers get fucked up with golf clubs, never front on us<br>T.S. baby, straight out the B.X. baby<br>So if they B.S., we deeper than the U.S. Navy<br>You ain`t crazy - laid up in the club like WHAT?<br>With all the ladies - showin us nothin but LOVE<br>Guzzlin 80 - proof to truth, straight to the GUT<br>In a Mercedes - Coupe fucked up doin a BUCK<br>If Jakes chase me - I`m cuttin off trucks, pressin my LUCK<br>It`s all gravy - puffin the blunt, blazin it UP<br>Maybe you hate me - cause your baby mom`s on my NUTS<br>She wanna rape me - just because I`m sexy as FUCK<br>So nigga WHAT?<br><br>Chorus: Pun and Cuban Link<br><br>[Pun] Tear the club up!<br>[Link] Cause we don`t care<br>[Pun] E`rybody strip<br>[Link] Yeah we don`t care<br>[Pun] Shoot the place up!<br>[Link] Yeah we don`t care (nuh-ah)<br> We don`t care (nuh-AH!)<br> We don`t care!! (NAHHHAHH!)<br>[Link] Yeah we don`t care<br>[Pun] T. Squaders<br>[Link] Yes, yeah we don`t care<br>[Pun] Fuck you nigga!<br>[Link] Nah we don`t care (nuh-ah)<br> We don`t care (nuh-AH!)<br> We don`t care!! (NAHHHAHH!)<br><br>[Big Punisher]<br>Yo, I`m livin in mansions, give me the Spanish props<br>I got to have it<br>Loadin and bustin a mac, did shit in the past<br>Was grabbin the girls on they asses<br>Duck when the mac hits or be dead before your body falls<br>Cause when my shotty roars we ignore Guiliani laws<br>My trigger got no heart nigga, I`m blowin apart liver<br>and holdin the glocks, call to the cops, I`m blowin the spot<br>Baby better head for the hills, my niggaz wild for the night<br>My lead ready to peel this shit really real<br>My clip fillity fill your chick with a chill<br>My dick quick to kill, we fittin to ill<br>No survivors, frozen Godivas or roses and flowers<br>Sour the grapes for those opposin the Squaders<br>Thrown in the garbage, like funky pajamas, word to my junkie mama<br>I`ma keep it funky for homies livin tomorrow<br>You fuckin with scholars, street knowledge<br>Carter kids stuck to the projects<br>Go ahead keep checkin that mall<br>and me and Cuban gon` keep doublin our chips<br>Keep talkin that dumb shit like you want it<br>Yeah when are you gonna buck shit<br>??? ???, ??? this mug shit<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Cuban Link]<br>Uhh..<br>Yeah..<br>Big Punisher..<br>Cuban Link..<br>Terror Squad..<br>Y`all wanna party? Gon` party our way..<br>Anything goes..<br>The code of the streets, WHAT WHAT? ..