Eses all about hammer play
 Desell Marachi  preferred to watch me
 It's a Tekilla Sunrise  over the sky
 Tea rocks in the watch be flaring but hot see
 Got these from my nigga Vatche
 How big your blanks be  ain't nothin scot free
 I'm ready to cop three  talk to me papi
 before the shots put out the Nazi's
 Call off your Rockies
 Yo pap they cockin back the glocksies
 Pap had to stop three, two sombreros ready to
 mop me, drop me, proceeded with the head of the click
 Bread in their fingertips
 The sly chick came out with three bricks
 from out of the V-6, yeah mami like peep this
 Yeah you got that sweetness
 This ebony G's to bust open
 One of the bastard get the heavenly freeze
 I'm runnin with these
 Yo hasta luego, amigos
 And up and away we go
 before they decide to bring the beef burritos
 While they count the Fritos
 I'm makin my way to the G-S-3-oh-oh
 Big bag of the megalitos, three whole kilos
 Spot about four vitos
 with bullet belts filled up with torpedos
 I'm leavin niggaz tore meat though when I draw heat yo
 Tryin to leave me dead in the street yo
 Mami ?? con tigo

 Showdown at sunset, I'm leavin one wet
 Slowly I step, my head sweats, my hand on my Tec
 I die for my respect, let the slugs and bodies connect
 All for the wreck, gotta support my rep on the set
 Tekilla Sunrise, my two wives, decides who lives or dies
 Leavin my rivals, flat on they back facin the sky
 From out the left, took your last breath, death in disguise
 With open eyes you dead in the desert, Tekilla Sunrise

 I'm cockin on low, ready to hurt foes on dirt roads
 Makin my hand jerk from every burst I gave the first blow
 Keepin alert though, givin em red glows, givin they shirt holes
 Three birds'll blow up in the back seat, I swear to God fuck
 she could've been a model, Coke bottle figure, instead
 she bent it just like a Desperado, left her hair hollow
 Two slugs to swallow -- whose next to follow?
 Some cats behind some cactuses
 Clappin hazardous, who these niggaz is with low shot averages
 Bustin right back at they cabbages, givin em flashbacks
 of baby carriages, this mexican inside this Lex is
 tryin to crash my shit, drivin reckless
 Look like he desperate
 Pulled down the tinted glass and let the Tec spit
 It's hectic, car flew in bodega with his neck hit
 Body and head was seperate, totally disconnected
 Bust back two shots
 at ones that standin with cannons up on the rooftops
 that drew glocks, but my 20/20 spot em for two blocks
 I'm wettin shit like it's rainfall they doin dew drops
 Two more shots came out saloon doors
 I'm blowin shit up like platoon wars
 Hesitations I got no room for
 Assume sure, the head honcho was bullet wounds bored
 Out in the dusty sand, gun was still in his hand
 Kicked the can when shit hit the fan
 Fuckin around with this G Rap the Hitman

 "This is Mary White reporting live from the town of
 Seenalojo, Me-xi-co, where there are dead bodies
 LITTERING THE STREETS. Details remain sketchy at
 thr moment but -- this appears to be a drug deal gone bad.
 Mexican authorities have just arrived on the HIDEOUS scene
 and will be issuing a statement shortly.
 This is Mary White reporting live from the town of
 Seenalojo, Me-xi-co. Back to you DICK."

 Showdown at sunset, I'm leavin one wet
 Slowly I step, my head sweats, my hand on my Tec
 I die for my respect, let the slugs and bodies connect
 All for the wreck, gotta support my rep on the set
 Tekilla Sunrise, my two wives, decides who lives or dies
 Leavin my rivals, flat on they back facin the sky
 From out the left, took your last breath, death in disguise
 With open eyes you dead in the desert, Tekilla Sunrise