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Cypress Hill

Tequila Sunrise (Remix Radio Edit)

 

Tequila Sunrise (Remix Radio Edit)


[Intro]

[scratching samples]

[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 [edited] with me to get gritty
Rhyme [edited] on the track, snapping your head back
Get the medic, cause a victim from [edited] Joey Crack
Stomping the wax [edited] spitting on wax
Giving the facts, beginners lack the methods of kicking wicked records
A second of time switch, as styles piles up
[edited] of various flows to rile up
So what you wanna do? Tequila sunrise [edited]
Coming to town with my bigger boogie down figga
It's the lies, [edited] do you think you can survive it?
When you decide it, leave it to me and Joe can provide it
Cracking open the golden, holding the bomb load
While records are selling singles, my albums are getting sold
Kicking the universal, never commercial techniques
Banging the clubs, banging the jeeps
Banging the streets

[Chorus]

Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes
Realize we're all born to die
So get the money, money...
[x4]

[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 selling 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
Where hoes and [edited] fulfilling my goals and my wishes
My flows is vicious, but showing *edited* since the early 90's
Where Onyx at? [edited] rocking both easy *edited* 'round a grammy
Don't mind me, I just call 'em how I see 'em
Most these rappers is actors living off per diem
Me? I'm on my own [edited], nothing but gold hits
Claiming the with throne with my 'thuggish, ruggish Bone' click
On the phone-flip, talking to B
He scooped me up in the six, we 'bout to hit overseas, what!

[Chorus]

[Outro]
[each overlapping the other]

[B-Real:]
That's right, we hitting you with the L.A./Bronx connection
Soul Assassins, Terror Squad family
All up in your dome... ha!
That's right, Soul Assassins style, Cypress Hill IV
Knocking on your door for the ninety-eight
That's right, eat the worm...

[Fat Joe:]
Yeah... Terror Squad, Soul Assassins
B-Real, Joey Crack... wha-wha-wha-what!
Ugh! Putting it down, nigga
East coast, West coast
And it's all the same, hahahaha... yeah, yeah

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