Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tequila , by - Kurupt. Release date: 26.10.2009
Song language: English
Tequila |
| Rock the beat |
| Rock the beat |
| This is for my killas |
| That shoot tequilla |
| ?? |
| while they ride out to the club |
| To get their freak on (Rock the beat) |
| To get their creep on (Rock the beat) |
| To get their drink on (Rock the beat) |
| To get their smoke on (Rock the beat) |
| Verse 1: Kurupt |
| Blaze up |
| Blaze up |
| All the homies bang |
| Round up all the little locs, high as the sky |
| Smash and mash your body, just another day |
| Real high until your pistols reach the sky |
| Quarter pound of bomb, quarter pound of bud |
| Cause where I’m from thangs ain’t never gonna change |
| So fuck where you from |
| Semi-automatic shotgun blast a herb, when I trip then unload the clip |
| Not giving a fuck is the motto |
| Bitches gobble and swallow, we bust hallows (nigga) |
| And I’m first to launch off the hallow heads nigga |
| Hit the liquor store for sure |
| Right after I unload the forty-four (four, four) |
| Hook: 2x |
| Verse 2: T-Moe |
| Whether mathematical, actual dollar figures |
| Make a nigga feel bigger |
| Cap pealer for the soldiers |
| Make a nigga feel older |
| And another gift from a sweet lick, to a cheap trick |
| That’s all a nigga get, cause it get rich |
| Overnight flight to the top, first class |
| Miss lady got a nice ass (ew shit) |
| Fast as you want to be |
| Lady just follow me |
| I’m a southwest G |
| Team with Kurupt |
| Straight giving a fuck |
| I will make a tick know what’s up, blowin up |
| Finish up when I bust a nut |
| I’m in your girl’s guts screaming, keepin her feining |
| Had to put her on my team and fuck dreaming |
| Mack-a-jack with the checkered flag |
| Acting all bad, make me mad |
| So be the first to blast |
| Miss Niva (Niva, Niva) |
| Hook: 2x |
| Verse 3: Kurupt |
| We, organized the killings, don’t be playin the plots |
| Come around here and you will get shot |
| Me and my motherfucking homeboys run the block |
| Pop, pop one of they homies drop |
| I told y’all niggas never to come around here |
| Cause y’all motherfuckers don’t pump no fear |
| Ain’t nobody hard whether it’s day or dark |
| Like the fourth of July when the candles spark |
| Always knew what I wanted to see |
| That’s having big paper have many g’s |
| Ain’t nothing but killers hanging with me |
| Blast any nigga who step to me |
| Bridge: Daz |
| We will take your shit |
| Whoop your ass |
| Fuck your bitch |
| Never thought it would happen but it did, you trick |
| Y’all niggas can’t fuck with this |
| Hook: 2x |