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

• published: 07 Apr 2010
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