Tytuł: Tequilla

• Wykonawca: Kurupt
• Wyświetleń: 268

  
   Hook: 2x
  
  Rock the beat
  Rock the beat
  This is for my killas
  That shoot tequilla
  ? ? while they ride out to the club
  To get their freak on(Rock the beat)
  To get their creep on(Rock the beat)
  To get their drink on(Rock the beat)
  To get their smoke on(Rock the beat)
  
  Verse 1: Kurupt
  
  Blaze up
  Blaze up
  All the homies bang
  Round up all the little locs, high as the sky
  Smash and mash your body, just another day
  Real high until your pistols reach the sky
  Quarter pound of bomb, quarter pound of bud
  'Cause where I'm from thangs ain't never gonna change
  So fuck where you from
  Semi-automatic shotgun blast a herb, when I trip then unload the clip
  Not giving a fuck is the motto
  Bitches gobble and swallow, we bust hallows(nigga)
  And I'm first to launch off the hallow heads nigga
  Hit the liquor store for sure
  Right after I unload the forty-four(four, four)
  
  Hook: 2x
  
  Verse 2: T-Moe
  
  Whether mathematical, actual dollar figures
  Make a nigga feel bigger
  Cap pealer for the soldiers
  Make a nigga feel older
  And another gift from a sweet lick, to a cheap trick
  That's all a nigga get, 'cause it get rich
  Overnight flight to the top, first class
  Miss lady got a nice ass(ew shit)
  Fast as you want to be
  Lady just follow me
  I'm a southwest G
  Team with Kurupt
  Straight giving a fuck
  I will make a tick know what's up, blowin up
  Finish up when I bust a nut
  I'm in your girl's guts screaming, keepin her feining
  Had to put her on my team and fuck dreaming
  Mack-a-jack with the checkered flag
  Acting all bad, make me mad
  So be the first to blast
  Miss Niva(Niva, Niva)
  
  Hook: 2x
  
  Verse 3: Kurupt
  
  We, organized the killings, don't be playin the plots
  Come around here and you will get shot
  Me and my motherfucking homeboys run the block
  Pop, pop one of they homies drop
  I told y'all niggas never to come around here
  Cause y'all motherfuckers don't pump no fear
  Ain't nobody hard whether it's day or dark
  Like the fourth of July when the candles spark
  Always knew what I wanted to see
  That's having big paper have many g's
  Ain't nothing but killers hanging with me
  Blast any nigga who step to me
  
  Verse 4: Daz
  
  We will take your shit
  Whoop your ass
  Fuck your bitch
  Never thought it would happen but it did, you trick
  Y'all niggas can't fuck with this
  
  Hook: 2x