Tequilla Lyrics
| Song | Tequilla |
| Artist | Kurupt |
| Album | Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Hook：2x | |
| 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 | |
| Verse 4: 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 |
| Hook: 2x | |
| 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 | |
| Semiautomatic 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 fortyfour four, four | |
| Hook: 2x | |
| Verse 2: tmoe | |
| 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 | |
| Mackajack 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 | |
| Verse 4: 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 |
| Hook: 2x | |
| 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 | |
| Semiautomatic 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 fortyfour four, four | |
| Hook: 2x | |
| Verse 2: tmoe | |
| 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 | |
| Mackajack 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 | |
| Verse 4: 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 |
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