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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill
Performer
B. Ricks
B. Ricks
Performer
Sean Evans
Sean Evans
Conductor
Eric Bobo
Eric Bobo
Percussion
Mike"Finger" Sims
Mike"Finger" Sims
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Larry Muggerud
Larry Muggerud
Composer
Louis Freese
Louis Freese
Composer
Senen Reyes
Senen Reyes
Composer
DJ Muggs
DJ Muggs
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Muggs for Soul Assassins
DJ Muggs for Soul Assassins
Producer
Troy Stanton
Troy Stanton
Engineer
DJ Muggs
DJ Muggs
Mixing Engineer
Manny Lecuona
Manny Lecuona
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Buena salud (Buena salud)
Primero, yo
Eat the worm
Tequila spice, hot nights
Feeling right
Sipping on Jose Cuervo
Down in Tijuana, Mexico
Thinking of the big score the night before
Met the connect
Who was impressively dressed in high fabrics
With troops like Beirut
Upon the mezzanine
Brandishing sub-machine guns
Hey, yo, it's all about the money, son
Now that's the only reason
We came south of the border
To complete this work order
We gotta get it
No looking back, I went all out for it
Ready to attack, die in a minute flat for it
As God as my witness
We got digits
For all you **** fake ****
It all boils down to the business
Nothing personal, with **** acting like they helpin' you
**** blast you like Frank Castle
Tequila sunrise, bloodshot eyes
Realize we all born to die
So get the money
Tequila sunrise, bloodshot eyes
Realize we all born to die
So get the money
I never knew money like this
In the palm of my hand
Till I met the man with mad hookup
And big plans
Everywhere you look, uh
He got everybody shook up
Running for cover
The big bad wolf undercover
He was like a father figure, showed me
The bigger picture
Never slanging on the corner
Don't let the pigs get ya
Not like these fools who don't comprehend
Who end up doing the 25 bit in the pen
You got that?
He gave me a cup, I took a swig
The bitter taste of the Mezcal free worm, shh
Droppin' a lesson
He slapped my face, he said listen
Pay attention, brother, you're my ace
But don't ever question
Just do what I say and you'll be rich
And keep this
In your mind, rats lay in a ditch
With no spine
Don't ever forget that
Golden rule in the game
Cheers, they all know your name
It's like fame, wow
Women and money don't mix like drinking and driving
Watch those conniving women and keep your eye out
Always be aware of what's around you
They wanna down you
So they can clown you
Keep your shh, order the money
Won't stop
Pretty soon you'll be on top
Tequila sunrise, bloodshot eyes
Realize we all born to die
So get the money
Tequila sunrise, bloodshot eyes
Realize we all born to die
So get the money
Tequila sunrise with the bloodshot eyes
My, my, my, how time flies
It goes by, surprise
My mentor passed on and passed up
What to be, emergency
For my enemies who wanna murder me
Eat the worm, little brother
While you burn, you discover
Better kill me, don't let me return
Trust no man
'Cause I'll be back, you understand
With the plan and my ace in hand
I want it all
I recall the words from Jesus
You want the juice
Better go get it
Don't let it get to your head, embedded
Let these words stick
You better be ready to die
Now take a big sip
Posh ain't it, but I never lied
Tequila sunrise, bloodshot eyes
Realize we all born to die
So get the money
Tequila sunrise, bloodshot eyes
Realize we all born to die
So get the money
Tequila
Eat the worm, ese
Don't be scared, ese
That's good tequila homie
Yo, so where is he, man?
You know, you said he'd be here, homes
Damn, he's a little late, but
The vato you know, he seem pretty fit, man
He's gonna be here, just wait
It's some good ****, man?
Man, the dude said that **** was powerful and ****
I hope he's got some good ****, man, he's late as 5 o'clock already
Hey, he's gonna be here, homes, he's gonna be here, homes
Written by: Larry Muggerud, Louis Freese, Senen Reyes
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