Intro: B-Real and Sen Dog

B-R: Pa' la salud! (to your health!)
SD: Pa' la salud! (to your health!)
B-R: Primero yo... (me first...)
(gulp)
B-R: *grrrrrah!*
B-R and SD: *mexican yells*
SD: Cometelo! (eat it!)

Verse One: B Smooth

Word up, Tequila style... eat the worm Motherfucker
(overlapping intro's end)

Tequila spice, hot nice
Milling rice, 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, and big plan
Every where you look'a, he got everybody shook up
Running for cover, the big bad WOOF, motherfucker
He was like a father figure, show me the bigger picture
Fuck 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 shit
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 an' driving
Watch those conniving women and keep your eye out
Always be aware of what's around you
They wanna down you, and fuckin clown you
Keep your shit in order the money won't stop
Pretty soon you'll be on top

Chorus

Verse Three: 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, motherfucker, while you burn, motherfucker
Better kill me, don't let me return, motherfucker
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 fucking sip, caution it, but I never lie

Chorus

(music outro)
Intro: B-Real and Sen Dog

B-R: Pa' la salud! (to your health!)
SD: Pa' la salud! (to your health!)
B-R: Primero yo... (me first...)
(gulp)
B-R: *grrrrrah!*
B-R and SD: *mexican yells*
SD: Cometelo! (eat it!)

Verse One: B Smooth

Word up, Tequila style... eat the worm Motherfucker
(overlapping intro's end)

Tequila spice, hot nice
Milling rice, 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, and big plan
Every where you look'a, he got everybody shook up
Running for cover, the big bad WOOF, motherfucker
He was like a father figure, show me the bigger picture
Fuck 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 shit
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 an' driving
Watch those conniving women and keep your eye out
Always be aware of what's around you
They wanna down you, and fuckin clown you
Keep your shit in order the money won't stop
Pretty soon you'll be on top

Chorus

Verse Three: 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, motherfucker, while you burn, motherfucker
Better kill me, don't let me return, motherfucker
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 fucking sip, caution it, but I never lie

Chorus

(music outro)
Todas as músicas de Cypress Hill
(Rap) Superstar
16 Men Till There's No Men Left
3 Lil' Putos
A Man
A To The K
Amplified (Explicit Version)
Another Body Drops
Another Victory
Armada Latina (feat. Marc Anthony & Pitbull)
Armed And Dangerous
Bang Bang
Bitter
Boom Diddy Bye Bye
Born To Get Busy
Break 'Em Off Some
Busted In The Hood
Can I Get a Hit
Can't Get The Best Of Me
Carry Me Away
Case Closed
Catastrophe
Certified Bomb
Checkmate (Hang'em High Remix Radio Edit)
Clash Of The Titans-Dust
Cock The Hammer
Cuban Necktie
Dead Men Tell No Tales
Dr. Dedoverde (Dr. Greenthumb) (Spanish Edit)
Dr. Greenthumb
Dust
Everybody Must Get Stoned
EZ Come EZ Go
From The Window Of My Room
Funk Freakers
Get 'Em Up
Get Higher
Get It Anyway
Get Out Of My Head
Hand On The Glock
Hand On The Pump
Highlife
Hits From The Bong
Hole In The Head
How I Could Just Kill A Man
I Ain't Goin' Out Like That
I Unlimited
I Wanna Get High
Ilusiones
Insane In The Brain
Intellectual Dons (Feat. Call O Da Wild)
It Ain't Easy
It Ain't Nothin'
Just Another Victim
K.U.S.H
Killa Hill
Killa Hill Niggas
Killafornia
Latin Lingo
Let It Rain
Lick a Shot
Light Another
Light It Up
Lightning Strikes
Lil' Putos
Loco En El Coco
Locotes
Looking Through The Eye Of a Pig
Lowrider
Make a Move
Marijuano Locos
Memories
Money
Muévete
Never Know
No Entiendes La Onda (How I Could Just Kill a Man) (Spanish Edit)
No Rest For The Wicked
Once Again
One Last Cigarette
Pass The Dutch
Pigs
Psychodelic Vision
Psycobetabuckdown
Puercos
Real Estate
Red Light Visions
Riot Starter
Rise Up
Roll It Up Again
Shut 'Em Down
Spark Another Owl
Stank Ass Hoe
Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk
Stoned Raiders
Street Wars
Strictly Hip Hop
Strike The Match
Superstar - Rock
Take My Pain
Tequila
The Funny Cypress Hill Shit
The Only Way
The Phuncky Feel One
Throw Your Set In The Air
Till Death Comes
Till Death Do Us Part
Tres Equis
Trouble
Trouble Seeker
Tú No Ajaunta
Valley Of Chrome
We Ain't Goin' Out Like That
We Live This Shit
What Go Around Come Around, Kid
What U Want From Me
What's Your Number? - Feat. Tim Armstrong
Whatta You Know
When The Ship Goes Down
Worldwide
Yo Quiero Fumar
publicidade