Intro: B-Real and Sen Dog 


B-Real: Mira joven... si busco a alguien, que mueva producto 

pero que lo mueva con madre... 

Sen Dog: Pos sabes que compa?... yo aqui, en el norte yo soy 

el que controla yo te lo puedo mover todo... 80, 100 varos a la semana 

te traemos toda la feria y limpio ese.. 

B-Real: Pues bueno, aqui tenemos un negocio... vamos hacer un bojitos... 

tomamos no?... del gusano... 

Sen Dog: Pa la salud! 

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: Cometelo! 


Verse One: B Smooth 


Word up, Tequila style... eat the worm motherfucker 

Tequila spice, hot nice 

Feeling right, sipping on Jose Cuervo 

Down in Tiajuana, Mexico 

Thinking of the big score the night before 

Met the connect, who was impressively dressed 

In high fabrics 

With troops like Babe Ruth, up on the mezzanine 

Brandishing sub-machine guns, aye-yo 

It's all about the money, son 

Now that's the only reason 

We came south of the border, to complete this work order 

We gotta get it, no looking back, going all out for it 

Ready to attack, die in a minute flat for it 

As God is my witness, we got ditches 

for all you motherfuckin fake bitches 

It all boils down to the business 

Nothing personal, when niggaz acting like they helping you 

I fuckin blast you like Frank Castle, motherfucker! 


Chorus 


Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes 

Realize we're all born to die 

So get the money nigga! 

(repeat 2x) 


Verse Two: B-Real 


I never knew money like this, in the palm of my hand 

'Til I met the man with mad hook-up,