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