[Intro: B-Real and Sen Dog]
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[B-Real:] Mira joven... si busco a alguien, que mueva producto
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pero que lo mueva con madre...
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[Sen Dog:] Pos sabes que compa?... yo aqui, en el norte yo soy
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el que controla yo te lo puedo mover todo... 80, 100 varos a la semana
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te traemos toda la feria y limpio ese..
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[B-Real:] Pues bueno, aqui tenemos un negocio... vamos hacer un bojitos...
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tomamos no?... del gusano...
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[Sen Dog:] Pa la salud!
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[B-Real:] Pa la salud!... primero yo...
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[Sen Dog:] Primero usted...
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[B-Real:] (grrrrrah!)
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[B-Real and Sen Dog:] (mexican yells)
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[B-Real:] 'hora 'hora... quien est?...
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[Sen Dog:] Cometelo!
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[Verse One: B Smooth]
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Word up, Tequila style... eat the worm motherfucker
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Tequila spice, hot nice
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Feeling right, sipping on Jose Cuervo
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Down in Tiajuana, Mexico
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Thinking of the big score the night before
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Met the connect, who was impressively dressed
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In high fabrics
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With troops like Babe Ruth, up on the mezzanine
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Brandishing sub-machine guns, aye-yo
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It's all about the money, son
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Now that's the only reason
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We came south of the border, to complete this work order
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We gotta get it, no looking back, going all out for it
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Ready to attack, die in a minute flat for it
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As God is my witness, we got ditches
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for all you motherfuckin fake bitches
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It all boils down to the business
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Nothing personal, when niggaz acting like they helping you
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I fuckin blast you like Frank Castle, motherfucker!
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[Chorus]
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Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes
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Realize we're all born to die
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So get the money nigga!
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[repeat 2x]
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[Verse Two: B-Real]
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I never knew money like this, in the palm of my hand
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'Til I met the man with mad hook-up, and big plan
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Every where you look'a, he got everybody shook up
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Running for cover, the big bad WOOF, motherfucker
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He was like a father figure, show me the bigger picture
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Fuck slangin' on the corner, don't let the pigs get you
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Not like these fools who don't comprehend
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You end up doing a twenty-five bid in the pen
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You got that? Getting your cup, I took a swig
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The bitter taste of the 'mezcal', free worm shit
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Droppin' a lesson, he slapped my face, he said listen
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Pay attention brotha, you're my ace, but don't ever question
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Just do what I say, and you'll be rich
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And keep this in your mind: rats lay in a ditch with no spine
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Don't ever forget that golden rule in the game
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Cheers, they all know your name, it's like fame
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Why, women and money don't mix, like drinking an' driving
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Watch those conniving women and keep your eye out
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Always be aware of what's around you
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They wanna down you, and fuckin clown you
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Keep your shit in order the money won't stop
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Pretty soon you'll be on top
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three: B-Real]
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Tequila Sunrise, with the bloodshot eyes
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My, my, my, how time flies and goes by surprise
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My mentor passed on and passed a warn to me, emergency
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For my enemies who wanna murder me
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Eat the worm, motherfucker, while you burn, motherfucker
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Better kill me, don't let me return, motherfucker
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Trust no man, cause I'll be back, you understand?
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With a plan, and my ace in hand, I want it all
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I recall the words from Jesus, you are the Juice
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Better go get it, don't let it get to your head, embed it
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Let these words stick, you better be ready to die
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Now take a fucking sip, caution it, but I never lie
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[Chorus]
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[music outro]
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Tequila Sunrise
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Cypress Hill |