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Mira Joven si busco a alguien, que mueva producto |
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Pero que lo mueva con madre |
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Pos sabes que compa? Yo aqui, en el norte yo soy |
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El que controla yo te lo puedo mover todo 80, 100 pajaros a la semana |
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Te traemos toda la feria y limpio ese |
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Pues bueno, aqui tenemos un negocio vamos hacer un bojitos |
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Tomamos no? Del gusano |
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Pa la salud |
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Pa la salud! Primero yo |
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Primero usted |
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Grrrrrah |
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Cometelo |
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Word up, Tequila style, eat the worm motherfucker |
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Tequila spice, hot nice |
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Feeling right, sipping on Jose Cuervo, down in Tiajuana, Mexico |
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Thinking of the big score the night before met the connect |
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Who was impressively dressed in high fabrics |
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With troops like Babe Ruth, up on the Mezzanine |
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Brandishing sub-machine guns, aye-yo |
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It's all about the money, son, now that's the only reason |
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We came south of the border, to complete this work order |
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We gotta get it, no looking back, going all out for it |
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Ready to attack, die in a minute flat for it |
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As God is my witness, we got ditches |
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For all you motherfuckin' fake bitches |
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It all boils down to the business |
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Nothing personal, when niggaz acting like they helping you |
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I fuckin' blast you like Frank Castle, motherfucker! |
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Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes |
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Realize we're all born to die |
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So get the money nigga! |
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Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes |
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Realize we're all born to die |
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So get the money nigga! |
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I never knew money like this, in the palm of my hand |
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'Til I met the man with mad hook-up, and big plan |
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Every where you look'a, he got everybody shook up |
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Running for cover, the big bad woof, motherfucker |
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He was like a father figure, show me the bigger picture |
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Fuck slangin' on the corner, don't let the pigs get you |
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Not like these fools who don't comprehend |
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You end up doing a twenty-five bid in the pen |
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You got that? Getting your cup, I took a swig |
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The bitter taste of the 'Mezcal', free worm shit |
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Droppin' a lesson, he slapped my face, he said listen |
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Pay attention brother, you're my ace, but don't ever question |
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Just do what I say, and you'll be rich |
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And keep this in your mind, rats lay in a ditch with no spine |
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Don't ever forget that golden rule in the game |
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Cheers, they all know your name, it's like fame |
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Why, women and money don't mix, like drinking an' driving |
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Watch those conniving women and keep your eye out |
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Always be aware of what's around you |
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They wanna down you, and fuckin' clown you |
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Keep your shit in order the money won't stop |
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Pretty soon you'll be on top |
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Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes |
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Realize we're all born to die |
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So get the money nigga! |
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Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes |
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Realize we're all born to die |
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So get the money nigga! |
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Tequila Sunrise, with the bloodshot eyes |
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My, my, my, how time flies and goes by surprise |
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My mentor passed on and passed a warn to me, emergency |
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For my enemies who wanna murder me |
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Eat the worm, motherfucker, while you burn, motherfucker |
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Better kill me, don't let me return, motherfucker |
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Trust no man, 'cause I'll be back, you understand? |
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With a plan, and my ace in hand, I want it all |
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I recall the words from Jesus, you are the juice |
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Better go get it, don't let it get to your head, embed it |
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Let these words stick, you better be ready to die |
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Now take a fucking sip, caution it, but I never lie |
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Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes |
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Realize we're all born to die |
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So get the money nigga! |
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Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes |
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Realize we're all born to die |
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So get the money nigga! |
