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 witty niggas ain't with me to get gritty
rhymey as fuck on the track
snappin your head back
get the medic
cause a victim from my nigga joey crack
stomping the wax
niggas spittin on wax
giving the facts
beginners lack the methods of kicking wicked records
a second of time switch
as styles piles up
mountains of various flows to rile up
now what you wanna do
nigga? tequila sunrise
nigga!
i'm coming to town with my bigger boogie down figga
it's the live shit
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
bang in the clubs
bang in the jeeps
bang in the streets
tequila sunrise
bloodshot eyes
realize we're all born to die
so get the money
nigga!
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
with hoes and bitches fulfilling my goals and my wishes
my flows is vicious
but showin' niggas since the early 90's
where onyx at? niggas rockin' both easy '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 shit
nothing but gold hits
claimin the throne with my thuggish ruggish bone clique
on the phone-flip
talking to b
he scooped me up in the six
we 'bout to hit overseas
what!
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
motherfucker
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