Cypress Hill Featuring 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)