Kurupt F- Daz T-moe Tequilla Lyrics

Tequilla Lyrics

Hook: 2x

 

 Rock the beat

 Rock the beat

 This is for my killas

 That shoot tequilla

 ? ? while they ride out to the club

 To get their freak on(Rock the beat)

 To get their creep on(Rock the beat)

 To get their drink on(Rock the beat)

 To get their smoke on(Rock the beat)

 

 Verse 1: Kurupt

 

 Blaze up

 Blaze up

 All the homies bang

 Round up all the little locs, high as the sky

 Smash and mash your body, just another day

 Real high until your pistols reach the sky

 Quarter pound of bomb, quarter pound of bud

 'Cause where I'm from thangs ain't never gonna change

 So fuck where you from

 Semi-automatic shotgun blast a herb, when I trip then unload the clip

 Not giving a fuck is the motto

 Bitches gobble and swallow, we bust hallows(nigga)

 And I'm first to launch off the hallow heads nigga

 Hit the liquor store for sure

 Right after I unload the forty-four(four, four)

 

 Hook: 2x

 

 Verse 2: T-Moe

 

 Whether mathematical, actual dollar figures

 Make a nigga feel bigger

 Cap pealer for the soldiers

 Make a nigga feel older

 And another gift from a sweet lick, to a cheap trick

 That's all a nigga get, 'cause it get rich

 Overnight flight to the top, first class

 Miss lady got a nice ass(ew shit)

 Fast as you want to be

 Lady just follow me

 I'm a southwest G

 Team with Kurupt

 Straight giving a fuck

 I will make a tick know what's up, blowin up

 Finish up when I bust a nut

 I'm in your girl's guts screaming, keepin her feining

 Had to put her on my team and fuck dreaming

 Mack-a-jack with the checkered flag

 Acting all bad, make me mad

 So be the first to blast

 Miss Niva(Niva, Niva)

 

 Hook: 2x

 

 Verse 3: Kurupt

 

 We, organized the killings, don't be playin the plots

 Come around here and you will get shot

 Me and my motherfucking homeboys run the block

 Pop, pop one of they homies drop

 I told y'all niggas never to come around here

 Cause y'all motherfuckers don't pump no fear

 Ain't nobody hard whether it's day or dark

 Like the fourth of July when the candles spark

 Always knew what I wanted to see

 That's having big paper have many g's

 Ain't nothing but killers hanging with me

 Blast any nigga who step to me

 

 Verse 4: Daz

 

 We will take your shit

 Whoop your ass

 Fuck your bitch

 Never thought it would happen but it did, you trick

 Y'all niggas can't fuck with this

 

 Hook: 2x