Cypress Hill F- B Smooth Tequila Sunrise Lyrics

Tequila Sunrise Lyrics

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 est?...

 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)