| Lyrics: | 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 m |
