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Tytuł: Tequila Sunrise

  • Wykonawca: Cypress Hill
  • Wy¶wietleń: 340
[Intro: B-Real and Sen Dog]
  
  [B-Real:] Mira joven... si busco a alguien, que mueva producto
  pero que lo mueva con madre...
  [Sen Dog:] Pos sabes que compa?... yo aqui, en el norte yo soy
  el que controla yo te lo puedo mover todo... 80, 100 varos a la semana
  te traemos toda la feria y limpio ese..
  [B-Real:] Pues bueno, aqui tenemos un negocio... vamos hacer un bojitos...
  tomamos no?... del gusano...
  [Sen Dog:] Pa la salud!
  [B-Real:] Pa la salud!... primero yo...
  [Sen Dog:] Primero usted...
  [B-Real:] (grrrrrah!)
  [B-Real and Sen Dog:] (mexican yells)
  [B-Real:] 'hora 'hora... quien está?...
  [Sen Dog:] Cometelo!
  
  [Verse One: B Smooth]
  
  Word up, Tequila style... eat the worm motherfucker
  Tequila spice, hot nice
  Feeling right, sipping on Jose Cuervo
  Down in Tiajuana, Mexico
  Thinking of the big score the night before
  Met the connect, who was impressively dressed
  In high fabrics
  With troops like Babe Ruth, up on the mezzanine
  Brandishing sub-machine guns, aye-yo
  It's all about the money, son
  Now that's the only reason
  We came south of the border, to complete this work order
  We gotta get it, no looking back, going all out for it
  Ready to attack, die in a minute flat for it
  As God is my witness, we got ditches
  for all you motherfuckin fake bitches
  It all boils down to the business
  Nothing personal, when niggaz acting like they helping you
  I fuckin blast you like Frank Castle, motherfucker!
  
  [Chorus]
  
  Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes
  Realize we're all born to die
  So get the money nigga!
  [repeat 2x]
  
  [Verse Two: B-Real]
  
  I never knew money like this, in the palm of my hand
  'Til I met the man with mad hook-up, and big plan
  Every where you look'a, he got everybody shook up
  Running for cover, the big bad WOOF, motherfucker
  He was like a father figure, show me the bigger picture
  Fuck slangin' on the corner, don't let the pigs get you
  Not like these fools who don't comprehend
  You end up doing a twenty-five bid in the pen
  You got that? Getting your cup, I took a swig
  The bitter taste of the 'mezcal', free worm shit
  Droppin' a lesson, he slapped my face, he said listen
  Pay attention brotha, you're my ace, but don't ever question
  Just do what I say, and you'll be rich
  And keep this in your mind: rats lay in a ditch with no spine
  Don't ever forget that golden rule in the game
  Cheers, they all know your name, it's like fame
  Why, women and money don't mix, like drinking an' driving
  Watch those conniving women and keep your eye out
  Always be aware of what's around you
  They wanna down you, and fuckin clown you
  Keep your shit in order the money won't stop
  Pretty soon you'll be on top
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Verse Three: B-Real]
  
  Tequila Sunrise, with the bloodshot eyes
  My, my, my, how time flies and goes by surprise
  My mentor passed on and passed a warn to me, emergency
  For my enemies who wanna murder me
  Eat the worm, motherfucker, while you burn, motherfucker
  Better kill me, don't let me return, motherfucker
  Trust no man, cause I'll be back, you understand?
  With a plan, and my ace in hand, I want it all
  I recall the words from Jesus, you are the Juice
  Better go get it, don't let it get to your head, embed it
  Let these words stick, you better be ready to die
  Now take a fucking sip, caution it, but I never lie
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [music outro]