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Lyricist: Cypress Hill
Lyrics:
Mira joven… Si busco a alguien, que mueva producto Pero que lo mueva con madre… ¿Pos sabes que compa? Yo aquí, en el norte yo soy el que controla yo te lo puedo mover todo... ¿80, 100 palos a la semana…? Te traemos toda la feria y limpio ese… Pues bueno, aquí tenemos un negocio... vamos hacer hombres ricos… ¿Tomamos no? Del gusano… Pa' la salud! Pa' la salud! Primero yo… Primero usted… Grrrrrah! *Mexican yells* Word up, Tequila style Cometelo!
Eat the worm, motherfucker! Tequila spice, hot nights, feelin' right, sippin' on Jose Cuervo Down in Tijuana, Mexico Thinkin' of the big score the night before Met the connect who was impressively dressed in high fabrics With troops like Beirut Up on the mezzanine, brandishin' sub-machine guns A-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 lookin' back, goin' 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 Nothin' personal when niggas actin' like they helpin' you I'll fuckin' blast you like Frank Castle, motherfucker!
Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes Realize we're all born to die So get the money, nigga! Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes Realize we're all born to die So get the money, nigga!
I never knew money like this, in the palm of my hand 'Til I met the man with mad hook-up and big plans Everywhere you look up, he got everybody shook up, runnin' for cover Big bad WOLF, motherfucker! He was like a father figure, showed me the bigger picture Fuck slangin' on the corner, don't let the pigs get ya Not like these fools who don't comprehend Who end up doin' a twenty-five bid in the pen You got that?! He gave me a 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, brother, 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 drinkin' and drivin' Watch those connivin' 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
Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes Realize we're all born to die So get the money, nigga! Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes Realize we're all born to die So get the money, nigga!
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 Jesús, 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 fuckin' sip, caution it, but I never lie
Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes Realize we're all born to die So get the money, nigga! Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes Realize we're all born to die So get the money, nigga!
Tequila, eat the worm, Ese! Eat that shit! Don't be scared, Ese Yo, so where is he, man? You know? He said he'd be here, homies Damn, he's a little late but, he'll be here, just wait Is it some good shit, man? Man, the dude said the shit was powerful as shit I hope he's got some good shit, man Because he is late, it's 5 o'clock already He is gonna be here, homies, he’s gonna be here, homies
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