Kool G Rap - Tekilla Sunrise (lyrics) descargar videos gratis

From Kool G Rap's second solo ablum "Root of All Evil" (1998)

- lyrics:

Killers in spanish villas in Sante Fe

Eses all about hammer play

Desell Marachi, preferred to watch me

It's a Tekilla Sunrise, over the sky

Tea rocks in the watch be flaring but hot see

Got these from my nigga Vatche

How big your blanks be, ain't nothin scot-free

I'm ready to cop three, talk to me papi

before the shots put out the Nazi's

Call off your Rockies

Yo pap they cockin back the glocksies

Pap had to stop three, two sombreros ready to

mop me, drop me, proceeded with the head of the click

Bread in their fingertips

The sly chick came out with three bricks

from out of the V-6, yeah mami like peep this

Yeah you got that sweetness

This ebony G's to bust open

One of the bastard get the heavenly freeze

I'm runnin with these

Yo hasta luego, amigos

And up and away we go

before they decide to bring the beef burritos

While they count the Fritos

I'm makin my way to the G-S-3-oh-oh

Big bag of the megalitos, three whole kilos

Spot about four vitos

with bullet belts filled up with torpedos

I'm leavin niggaz tore meat though when I draw heat yo

Tryin to leave me dead in the street yo

Mami ?? con tigo

Showdown at sunset, I'm leavin one wet

Slowly I step, my head sweats, my hand on my Tec

I die for my respect, let the slugs and bodies connect

All for the wreck, gotta support my rep on the set

Tekilla Sunrise, my two wives, decides who lives or dies

Leavin my rivals, flat on they back facin the sky

From out the left, took your last breath, death in disguise

With open eyes you dead in the desert, Tekilla Sunrise

I'm cockin on low, ready to hurt foes on dirt roads

Makin my hand jerk from every burst I gave the first blow

Keepin alert though, givin em red glows, givin they shirt holes

Three birds'll blow up in the back seat, I swear to God fuck

she could've been a model, Coke bottle figure, instead

she bent it just like a Desperado, left her hair hollow

Two slugs to swallow -- whose next to follow?

Some cats behind some cactuses

Clappin hazardous, who these niggaz is with low shot averages

Bustin right back at they cabbages, givin em flashbacks

of baby carriages, this mexican inside this Lex is

tryin to crash my shit, drivin reckless

Look like he desperate

Pulled down the tinted glass and let the Tec spit

It's hectic, car flew in bodega with his neck hit

Body and head was seperate, totally disconnected

Bust back two shots

at ones that standin with cannons up on the rooftops

that drew glocks, but my 20/20 spot em for two blocks

I'm wettin shit like it's rainfall they doin dew drops

Two more shots came out saloon doors

I'm blowin shit up like platoon wars

Hesitations I got no room for

Assume sure, the head honcho was bullet wounds bored

Out in the dusty sand, gun was still in his hand

Kicked the can when shit hit the fan

Fuckin around with this G Rap the Hitman

"This is Mary White reporting live from the town of

Sinaloa, Me-xi-co, where there are dead bodies

LITTERING THE STREETS. Details remain sketchy at

thr moment but -- this appears to be a drug deal gone bad.

Mexican authorities have just arrived on the HIDEOUS scene

and will be issuing a statement shortly.

This is Mary White reporting live from the town of

Seenalojo, Me-xi-co. Back to you DICK."

Showdown at sunset, I'm leavin one wet

Slowly I step, my head sweats, my hand on my Tec

I die for my respect, let the slugs and bodies connect

All for the wreck, gotta support my rep on the set

Tekilla Sunrise, my two wives, decides who lives or dies

Leavin my rivals, flat on they back facin the sky

From out the left, took your last breath, death in disguise

With open eyes you dead in the desert, Tekilla Sunrise