Kool G. Rap And Dj Polo - Tekilla Sunrise Lyrics
Killers in spanish villas in sante feEses all about hammer playDesell marachi, preferred to watch meIts a tekilla sunrise, over the skyTea rocks in the watch be flaring but hot seeGot these from my nigga vatcheHow big your blanks be, aint nothin scot-freeIm ready to cop three, talk to me papiBefore the shots put out the nazisCall off your rockiesYo pap they *****in back the glocksiesPap had to stop three, two sombreros ready toMop me, drop me, proceeded with the head of the clickBread in their fingertipsThe sly chick came out with three bricksFrom out of the v-6, yeah mami like peep thisYeah you got that sweetnessThis ebony gs to bust openOne of the bastard get the heavenly freezeIm runnin with theseYo hasta luego, amigosAnd up and away we goBefore they decide to bring the beef burritosWhile they count the fritosIm makin my way to the g-s-3-oh-ohBig bag of the megalitos, three whole kilosSpot about four vitosWith bullet belts filled up with torpedosIm leavin niggaz tore meat though when I draw heat yoTryin to leave me dead in the street yoMami ? ? con tigoShowdown at sunset, Im leavin one wetSlowly I step, my head sweats, my hand on my tecI die for my respect, let the slugs and bodies connectAll for the wreck, gotta support my rep on the setTekilla sunrise, my two wives, decides who lives or diesLeavin my rivals, flat on they back facin the skyFrom out the left, took your last breath, death in disguiseWith open eyes you dead in the desert, tekilla sunriseIm *****in on low, ready to hurt foes on dirt roadsMakin my hand jerk from every burst I gave the first blowKeepin alert though, givin em red glows, givin they shirt holesThree birdsll blow up in the back seat, I swear to God *****She couldve been a model, coke bottle figure, insteadShe bent it just like a desperado, left her hair hollowTwo slugs to swallow -- whose next to follow?Some cats behind some cactusesClappin hazardous, who these niggaz is with low shot averagesBustin right back at they cabbages, givin em flashbacksOf baby carriages, this mexican inside this lex isTryin to crash my shit, drivin recklessLook like he desperatePulled down the tinted glass and let the tec spitIts hectic, car flew in bodega with his neck hitBody and head was seperate, totally disconnectedBust back two shotsAt ones that standin with cannons up on the rooftopsThat drew glocks, but my 20/20 spot em for two blocksIm wettin shit like its rainfall they doin dew dropsTwo more shots came out saloon doorsIm blowin shit up like platoon warsHesitations I got no room forAssume sure, the head honcho was bullet wounds boredOut in the dusty sand, gun was still in his handKicked the can when shit hit the fan*****in around with this g rap the hitmanThis is mary white reporting live from the town ofSeenalojo, me-xi-co, where there are dead bodiesLittering the streets. details remain sketchy atThr moment but -- this appears to be a drug deal gone bad.Mexican authorities have just arrived on the hideous sceneAnd will be issuing a statement shortly.This is mary white reporting live from the town ofSeenalojo, me-xi-co. back to you dick.Showdown at sunset, Im leavin one wetSlowly I step, my head sweats, my hand on my tecI die for my respect, let the slugs and bodies connectAll for the wreck, gotta support my rep on the setTekilla sunrise, my two wives, decides who lives or diesLeavin my rivals, flat on they back facin the skyFrom out the left, took your last breath, death in disguiseWith open eyes you dead in the desert, tekilla sunrise
