Hill Cypress Tequila Sunrise Uncensored Remix Lyrics

Tequila Sunrise Uncensored Remix Lyrics

featuring Fat Joe  

  

 Verse One: B Real  

 Sipping on tequila  with Sheila  no doubt I'm bringing her on  

 Keeping her warm  leaving her heated like Tiger Balm  

 In the hot sun city of Mexico  it's a pity  

 My committee of witty niggas ain't with me to get gritty  

 Rhymey as fuck on the track  snappin your head back  

 Get the medic  cause a victim from my nigga Joey Crack  

 Stomping the wax  niggas spittin on wax  

 Giving the facts, beginners lack the methods of kicking wicked records  

 A second of time switch, as styles piles up  

 Mountains of various flows to rile up  

 Now what you wanna do, nigga? Tequila sunrise, nigga!  

 I'm coming to town with my bigger boogie down figga  

 It's the live shit, do you think you can survive it?  

 When you decide it, leave it to me and Joe can provide it  

 Cracking open the golden, holdin the bomb load  

 While records are selling singles, my albums are getting sold  

 Kicking the universal, never commercial techniques  

 Bang in the clubs, bang in the jeeps, bang in the streets  

  

 Chorus:  

 Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes  

 Realize we're all born to die  

 So get the money, nigga!  

 (repeat 4x)  

  

 Verse Two: Fat Joe  

 Now I'm back for the new year, yeah, I volunteer  

 Sources pioneer, millionaire status here  

 I never had no fear sellin records  

 I resurrected on my third, that's my word, it's a high selection  

 And everybody know standing near me,  

 I'm dangerous like Shannon Greary  

 Making the whole planet hear me  

 You feel me? I'm on my road to the riches  

 With hoes and bitches fulfilling my goals and my wishes  

 My flows is vicious, but showin' niggas since the early 90's  

 Where Onyx at? Niggas rockin' both easy 'round a grammy  

 Don't mind me, I just call 'em how I see 'em  

 Most these rappers is actors living off per diem  

 Me? I'm on my own shit, nothing but gold hits  

 Claimin the throne with my thuggish ruggish Bone clique  

 On the phone-flip, talking to B  

 He scooped me up in the six, we 'bout to hit overseas, what!  

  

 Chorus  

  

 Outro  

 (each overlapping the other)  

  

 B-Real:  

 That's right, we hitting you with the L.A./Bronx connection  

 Soul Assassins, Terror Squad family  

 All up in your dome... ha!  

 That's right, Soul Assassins style, Cypress Hill IV  

 Knocking on your door for the ninety-eight  

 That's right, eat the worm, motherfucker  

  

 Fat Joe:  

 Yeah... Terror Squad, Soul Assassins  

 B-Real, Joey Crack... wha-wha-wha-what!  

 Ugh! Puttin' it down, nigga!  

 East coast, West coast  

 And it's all the same, hahahaha... yeah, yeah