Tequila Lyrics - Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha - 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 

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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 

Photos 

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