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, snappin' your head back

Get the medic, cause a victim from *edited* Joey Crack

Stomping the wax *edited* spittin' 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, holdin' 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...

(repeat 4x)





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 sellin' 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 showin' *edited* since the early 90's

Where Onyx at? *edited* rockin' 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

Claimin' 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! Puttin' it down, nigga

East coast, West coast

And it's all the same, hahahaha... yeah, yeah