Tequila Sunrise (Remix Radio Edit)

<br>Intro<br><br>(scratching samples)<br><br>Verse One: B-Real<br><br>Sipping on tequila, with Sheila, no doubt I`m bringing her on<br>Keeping her warm, leaving her heated like Tiger Balm<br>In the hot sun city of Mexico, it`s a pity<br>My committee of *edited* with me to get gritty<br>Rhyme *edited* on the track, snappin` your head back<br>Get the medic, cause a victim from *edited* Joey Crack<br>Stomping the wax *edited* spittin` on wax<br>Giving the facts, beginners lack the methods of kicking wicked records<br>A second of time switch, as styles piles up<br>*edited* of various flows to rile up<br>So what you wanna do? Tequila sunrise *edited*<br>Coming to town with my bigger boogie down figga<br>It`s the lies, *edited* do you think you can survive it?<br>When you decide it, leave it to me and Joe can provide it<br>Cracking open the golden, holdin` the bomb load<br>While records are selling singles, my albums are getting sold<br>Kicking the universal, never commercial techniques<br>Banging the clubs, banging the jeeps<br>Banging the streets<br><br><br>Chorus<br><br>Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes<br>Realize we`re all born to die<br>So get the money, money...<br>(repeat 4x)<br><br><br>Verse Two: Fat Joe<br><br>Now I`m back for the new year, yeah I volunteer<br>Sources pioneer, millionaire status here<br>I never had no fear sellin` records<br>I resurrected on my third, that`s my word, it`s a high selection<br>And everybody know standing near me, <br>I`m dangerous like Shannon Greary<br>Making the whole planet hear me<br>You feel me? I`m on my road to the riches<br>Where hoes and *edited* fulfilling my goals and my wishes<br>My flows is vicious, but showin` *edited* since the early 90`s<br>Where Onyx at? *edited* rockin` both easy *edited* `round a grammy<br>Don`t mind me, I just call `em how I see `em<br>Most these rappers is actors living off per diem<br>Me? I`m on my own *edited*, nothing but gold hits<br>Claimin` the with throne with my `thuggish, ruggish Bone` click<br>On the phone-flip, talking to B<br>He scooped me up in the six, we `bout to hit overseas, what!<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Outro<br>(each overlapping the other)<br><br>B-Real:<br>That`s right, we hitting you with the L.A./Bronx connection<br>Soul Assassins, Terror Squad family<br>All up in your dome... ha!<br>That`s right, Soul Assassins style, Cypress Hill IV<br>Knocking on your door for the ninety-eight<br>That`s right, eat the worm...<br><br>Fat Joe:<br>Yeah... Terror Squad, Soul Assassins<br>B-Real, Joey Crack... wha-wha-wha-what!<br>Ugh! Puttin` it down, nigga<br>East coast, West coast<br>And it`s all the same, hahahaha... yeah, yeah