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Cypress Hill lyrics : "Tequila Sunrise"

[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 mother$#&@er
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 mother$#&@in fake (*##$es
It all boils down to the business

Nothing personal, when ^!$$%z acting like they helping you
I $#&@in blast you like Frank Castle, mother$#&@er!


[Chorus]

Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes

Realize we're all born to die
So get the money ^!$$%!
[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, mother$#&@er
He was like a father figure, show me the bigger picture
$#&@ 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 %#@!
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 $#&@in clown you
Keep your %#@! 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, mother$#&@er, while you burn, mother$#&@er

Better kill me, don't let me return, mother$#&@er
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 $#&@ing sip, caution it, but I never lie

[Chorus]


[music outro]

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