TEQUILA SUNRISE Word up, Tequila style... eat the worm motherfucker Tequila spice, hot nice Feeling right, sipping on Jose Cuervo Down in Tijuana, Mexico Thinking of the big score the night before Met=mas= the connect, who was impressively dressed In high fabrics With troops like Beirut, 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! Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes Realize we're all born to die So

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