Killers in spanish villas in Fe Eses all about play Marachi, preferred to watch me It's a Tekilla Sunrise, the sky Tea rocks in the watch be but hot see Got from my nigga Vatche How big your blanks be, ain't nothin I'm to cop three, talk to me papi before the shots put out the Call off Rockies Yo pap cockin back the glocksies Pap had to three, two sombreros ready to mop me, drop me, with the head of the click Bread in their The sly chick came out with three from out of the V-6, mami like peep this you got that sweetness This ebony G's to bust One of the bastard get the heavenly I'm with these Yo hasta luego, And up and we go before they decide to bring the burritos While they the Fritos I'm my way to the G-S-3-oh-oh Big bag of the megalitos, whole kilos about four vitos with bullet belts filled up torpedos I'm leavin niggaz meat though when I draw heat yo Tryin to leave me dead in the yo ?? con tigo
Showdown at sunset, I'm one wet I step, my head sweats, my hand on my Tec I die for my respect, let the slugs and connect All for the wreck, support my rep on the set Tekilla Sunrise, my two wives, who lives or dies Leavin my rivals, flat on they back the sky From out the left, your last breath, death in disguise With open you dead in the desert, Tekilla Sunrise
I'm cockin on low, to hurt foes on dirt roads Makin my hand jerk every burst I gave the first blow Keepin alert though, givin em red glows, givin they holes Three blow up in the back seat, I swear to God fuck she been a model, Coke bottle figure, instead she bent it just like a Desperado, her hair hollow Two to swallow -- whose next to follow? cats behind some cactuses Clappin hazardous, who these is with low shot averages Bustin back at they cabbages, givin em flashbacks of baby carriages, this mexican this Lex is tryin to crash my shit, drivin Look he desperate Pulled down the glass and let the Tec spit hectic, car flew in bodega with his neck hit Body and head was seperate, disconnected Bust back two at that standin with cannons up on the rooftops that glocks, but my 20/20 spot em for two blocks I'm wettin shit like it's rainfall doin dew drops Two more shots came out saloon I'm blowin up like platoon wars Hesitations I got no for Assume sure, the head honcho was wounds bored Out in the dusty sand, gun was in his hand Kicked the can shit hit the fan Fuckin around with G Rap the Hitman
"This is White reporting live from the town of Seenalojo, Me-xi-co, where there are bodies LITTERING THE STREETS. remain sketchy at thr moment but -- this to be a drug deal gone bad. authorities have just arrived on the HIDEOUS scene and will be a statement shortly. This is Mary White reporting from the town of Seenalojo, Me-xi-co. to you DICK."
Showdown at sunset, I'm one wet Slowly I step, my sweats, my hand on my Tec I die for my respect, let the slugs and bodies All for the wreck, support my rep on the set Tekilla Sunrise, my two wives, decides who or dies Leavin my rivals, flat on they back the sky From out the left, your last breath, death in disguise With open eyes you dead in the desert, Sunrise