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 est?...

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,