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: C?metelo!

 (Verse 1: Sen Dog)

 Down for my barrio  enter my villa!
 Tha hill called thrill  drinkin' over your area!
 Makin' my queso down en M?xico
 Where the sun burns hot and then goes and downslow
 Got my clan tell so everythin' is well
 Got a villa in a mile, with the big spanish spell
 And let it be know, that I'm down for tha tranza!
 The brown rapin'hood, lookin' out for tha raza
 See me in my ranfla on street bala poof
 A can with stanboor, con crane no the loop
 Try to pull us up but I got my soldados
 Tha soul asesinos vienen preparados
 Tha rappers desperados, with the fool on the claro
 You know when we say 'get the money en tha mano!
 Get the cash me in the desk call up my hermano
 We all can jump down in the red-gusano...!

 Chorus:
 Tequila sunrise, bloodshot eyes
 Realize we're all born to die
 So get the money *edited*!

 (Verse 2: B-Real)

 I never knew money like this, in the palm of my hand
 'Til I met the man with mad hook-up, and big plan
 Every where you look'a, he got everybody shook up
 Running for cover, the big bad WOOF, for tha cock out
 He was like a father figure, show me the bigger picture
 That was slangin' on the corner, don't let the pigs get you
 Not like these fools who don't comprehend
 You end up doing a twenty-five bid in the pen
 You got that? Getting your cup, I took a swig
 The bitter taste of the 'mezcal', free worm shhh...
 Droppin' a lesson, he slapped my face, he said listen
 Pay attention brotha, 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 drinking and driving
 Watch those conniving women and keep your eye out
 Always be aware of what's around you
 They wanna down you, and see daekin' clown you
 Keep your shhh in order the money won't stop
 Pretty soon you'll be on top

 (Chorus)

 (Verse 3: B-Real)

 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, bethler brother, while you burn, you'll be stoped
 Better kill me, don't let me return, *edited*
 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 Jesus, 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 big sip, caution it, but I never lie...

 (Chorus)

 B-Smooth: Tequila...
 Sen Dog: Eat tha worm ese... eat tha *edited*
 Allways quieren ese... es como Coahuila homie...

 (music outro