Freak Out Cuban Link (Ft. Angie Martinez)

[Intro: Cuban Link]
Year 2000
Uh, yeah
We gon' party right now
So grab your Hennessy, your hydro (Party and bullshit)
And we gon' really get high, yo
(And party and bullshit, party and bullshit)
So we gon' do it like this (Party and bullshit)
Ladies (Party and bullshit)

[Verse 1: Cuban Link]
No doubt now, baby, freak out, sneak out
Creeper, meet me at my beach house
Chicas, reach out, and get your shit beat like Steve Stout
Rip out, cricas, action speaks louder words
Working your body, mami, teach ya how to ride in reverse
God if it hurts, first take it off, butt naked, lay the law
Break it off, if it hurts, take a Porsche then shake it off
Never raw, more honeys, more condoms
More money, more problems
Dummies, I rob them when my tummies starvin'
From the Bronx to Harlem, I′m real with mine
Had diamonds shining on my chamber before my deal was signed
In '99, I was illin', killin' rhymes for dimes
Now I'm iller, still a thriller rippin' line for line
At times I′m kinda freaky-deaky, when it comes to chicks, I'm picky
Play it fifty-fifty, only sticky-sticky if they licky-licky
So if you really with me, hit me on the hip
'Cause I could flip this shit and turn this scripture to a porno flick