CYPRESS HILL - Tequila Sunrise lyrics

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Verse one: b-real<br>Sipping on tequila, with sheila, no doubt I'm bringing her on<br>Keeping her warm, leaving her heated like tiger balm<br>In the hot sun city of mexico, it's a pity<br>My committee of witty niggas ain't with me to get gritty<br>Rhymey as fuck on the track, snappin your head back<br>Get the medic, cause a victim from my nigga joey crack<br>Stomping the wax, niggas spittin on wax<br>Giving the facts, beginners lack the methods of kicking wicked records<br>A second of time switch, as styles piles up<br>Mountains of various flows to rile up<br>Now what you wanna do, nigga? tequila sunrise, nigga!<br>I'm coming to town with my bigger boogie down figga<br>It's the live shit, do you think you can survive it? <br>When you decide it, leave it to me and joe can provide it<br>Cracking open the golden, holdin the bomb load<br>While records are selling singles, my albums are getting sold<br>Kicking the universal, never commercial techniques<br>Bang in the clubs, bang in the jeeps, bang in the streets<br><br>Chorus:<br>Tequila sunrise, bloodshot eyes<br>Realize we're all born to die<br>So get the money, nigga!<br>(repeat 4x)<br><br>Verse two: fat joe<br>Now I'm back for the new year, yeah, I volunteer<br>Sources pioneer, millionaire status here<br>I never had no fear sellin records<br>I resurrected on my third, that's my word, it's a high selection<br>And everybody know standing near me,<br>I'm dangerous like shannon greary<br>Making the whole planet hear me<br>You feel me? I'm on my road to the riches<br>With hoes and bitches fulfilling my goals and my wishes<br>My flows is vicious, but showin' niggas since the early 90's<br>Where onyx at? niggas rockin' both easy 'round a grammy<br>Don't mind me, I just call 'em how I see 'em<br>Most these rappers is actors living off per diem<br>Me? I'm on my own shit, nothing but gold hits<br>Claimin the throne with my thuggish ruggish bone clique<br>On the phone-flip, talking to b<br>He scooped me up in the six, we 'bout to hit overseas, what!<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Outro<br>(each overlapping the other)<br><br>B-real:<br>That's right, we hitting you with the l.a./bronx connection<br>Soul assassins, terror squad family<br>All up in your dome... ha!<br>That's right, soul assassins style, cypress hill iv<br>Knocking on your door for the ninety-eight<br>That's right, eat the worm, motherfucker<br><br>Fat joe:<br>Yeah... terror squad, soul assassins<br>B-real, joey crack... wha-wha-wha-what!<br>Ugh! puttin' it down, nigga!<br>East coast, west coast<br>And it's all the same, hahahaha... yeah, yeah