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Cypress Hill

Tequila Sunrise (Uncensored Remix)

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Verse One: B-RealSipping on tequila, with Sheila, no doubt I`m bringing her onKeeping her warm, leaving her heated like Tiger BalmIn the hot sun city of Mexico, it`s a pityMy committee of witty niggas ain`t with me to get grittyRhymey as fuck on the track, snappin your head backGet the medic, cause a victim from my nigga Joey CrackStomping the wax, niggas spittin on waxGiving the facts, beginners lack the methods of kicking wicked recordsA second of time switch, as styles piles upMountains of various flows to rile upNow what you wanna do, nigga? Tequila sunrise, nigga!I`m coming to town with my bigger boogie down figgaIt`s the live shit, do you think you can survive it?When you decide it, leave it to me and Joe can provide itCracking open the golden, holdin the bomb loadWhile records are selling singles, my albums are getting soldKicking the universal, never commercial techniquesBang in the clubs, bang in the jeeps, bang in the streetsChorus:Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyesRealize we`re all born to dieSo get the money, nigga!(repeat 4x)Verse Two: Fat JoeNow I`m back for the new year, yeah, I volunteerSources pioneer, millionaire status hereI never had no fear sellin recordsI resurrected on my third, that`s my word, it`s a high selectionAnd everybody know standing near me, I`m dangerous like Shannon GrearyMaking the whole planet hear meYou feel me? I`m on my road to the richesWith hoes and bitches fulfilling my goals and my wishesMy flows is vicious, but showin` niggas since the early 90`sWhere Onyx at? Niggas rockin` both easy `round a grammyDon`t mind me, I just call `em how I see `emMost these rappers is actors living off per diemMe? I`m on my own shit, nothing but gold hitsClaimin the throne with my thuggish ruggish Bone cliqueOn the phone-flip, talking to BHe scooped me up in the six, we `bout to hit overseas, what!ChorusOutro(each overlapping the other)B-Real:That`s right, we hitting you with the L.A./Bronx connectionSoul Assassins, Terror Squad familyAll up in your dome... ha!That`s right, Soul Assassins style, Cypress Hill IVKnocking on your door for the ninety-eightThat`s right, eat the worm, motherfuckerFat Joe:Yeah... Terror Squad, Soul AssassinsB-Real, Joey Crack... wha-wha-wha-what!Ugh! Puttin` it down, nigga!East coast, West coastAnd it`s all the same, hahahaha... yeah, yeah

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