Intro: B-Real and Sen Dog

B-Real: Mira joven... si busco a alguienque mueva producto
pero que lo mueva con madre...
Sen Dog: Pos sabes que compa?... yo aquien el norte yo soy
el que controla yo te lo puedo mover todo... 80100 varos a la semana
te traemos toda la feria y limpio ese..
B-Real: Pues buenoaqui 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 esta?...
Sen Dog: Cometelo!

Verse One: B Smooth

Word upTequila style... eat the worm motherfucker
Tequila spicehot nice
Feeling rightsipping on Jose Cuervo
Down in TiajuanaMexico
Thinking of the big score the night before
Met the connectwho was impressively dressed
In high fabrics
With troops like Babe Ruthup on the mezzanine
Brandishing sub-machine gunsaye-yo
It s all about the moneyson
Now that s the only reason
We came south of the borderto complete this work order
We gotta get itno looking backgoing all out for it
Ready to attackdie in a minute flat for it
As God is my witnesswe got ditches
for all you motherfuckin fake bitches
It all boils down to the business
Nothing personalwhen niggaz acting like they helping you
I fuckin blast you like Frank Castlemotherfucker!

Chorus

Tequila Sunrisebloodshot eyes
Realize we re all born to die
So get the money nigga!
(repeat 2x)

Verse Two: B-Real

I never knew money like thisin the palm of my hand
Til I met the man with mad hook-upand big plan
Every where you look ahe got everybody shook up
Running for coverthe big bad WOOFmotherfucker
He was like a father figureshow me the bigger picture
Fuck slangin on the cornerdon 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 cupI took a swig
The bitter taste of the mezcal free worm shit
Droppin a lessonhe slapped my facehe said listen
Pay attention brothayou re my acebut don t ever question
Just do what I sayand 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
Cheersthey all know your nameit s like fame
Whywomen and money don t mixlike drinking an driving
Watch those conniving women and keep your eye out
Always be aware of what s around you
They wanna down youand 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 Sunrisewith the bloodshot eyes
Mymymyhow time flies and goes by surprise
My mentor passed on and passed a warn to meemergency
For my enemies who wanna murder me
Eat the wormmotherfuckerwhile you burnmotherfucker
Better kill medon t let me returnmotherfucker
Trust no mancause I ll be backyou understand?
With a planand my ace in handI want it all
I recall the words from Jesusyou are the Juice
Better go get itdon t let it get to your headembed it
Let these words stickyou better be ready to die
Now take a fucking sipcaution itbut I never lie

Chorus

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