Lyrics Tequilla - Kurupt
Hook:
2x
Rock
the
beat
Rock
the
beat
This
is
for
my
killas
That
shoot
tequilla
Con
cigarillos
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
1 Who Ride Wit Us (feat. Daz)
2 Ho's A Housewife
3 Girls All Pause
4 Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha
5 Trylogy
6 I Call Shots
7 Loose Cannons
8 Represent Dat G.C.
9 Welcome Home
10 Tequilla
11 Neva Gonna Give It Up
12 Ya Can't Trust Nobody
13 It Ain't About You
14 Your Gyrl Friend
15 I Ain't Shit Without My Homeboyz
16 Step Up
17 Live on the Mic
18 Callin' Out Names
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