Killers in spanish villas in Sante Fe
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Eses all about hammer play
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Desell Marachi, preferred to watch me
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It's a Tekilla Sunrise, over the sky
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Tea rocks in the watch be flaring but hot see
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Got these from my nigga Vatche
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How big your blanks be, ain't nothin scot-free
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I'm ready to cop three, talk to me papi
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before the shots put out the Nazi's
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Call off your Rockies
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Yo pap they cockin back the glocksies
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Pap had to stop three, two sombreros ready to
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mop me, drop me, proceeded with the head of the click
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Bread in their fingertips
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The sly chick came out with three bricks
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from out of the V-6, yeah mami like peep this
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Yeah you got that sweetness
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This ebony G's to bust open
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One of the bastard get the heavenly freeze
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I'm runnin with these
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Yo hasta luego, amigos
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And up and away we go
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before they decide to bring the beef burritos
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While they count the Fritos
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I'm makin my way to the G-S-3-oh-oh
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Big bag of the megalitos, three whole kilos
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Spot about four vitos
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with bullet belts filled up with torpedos
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I'm leavin niggaz tore meat though when I draw heat yo
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Tryin to leave me dead in the street yo
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Mami ?? con tigo
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Showdown at sunset, I'm leavin one wet
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Slowly I step, my head sweats, my hand on my Tec
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I die for my respect, let the slugs and bodies connect
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All for the wreck, gotta support my rep on the set
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Tekilla Sunrise, my two wives, decides who lives or dies
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Leavin my rivals, flat on they back facin the sky
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From out the left, took your last breath, death in disguise
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With open eyes you dead in the desert, Tekilla Sunrise
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I'm cockin on low, ready to hurt foes on dirt roads
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Makin my hand jerk from every burst I gave the first blow
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Keepin alert though, givin em red glows, givin they shirt holes
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Three birds'll blow up in the back seat, I swear to God fuck
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she could've been a model, Coke bottle figure, instead
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she bent it just like a Desperado, left her hair hollow
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Two slugs to swallow -- whose next to follow?
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Some cats behind some cactuses
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Clappin hazardous, who these niggaz is with low shot averages
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Bustin right back at they cabbages, givin em flashbacks
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of baby carriages, this mexican inside this Lex is
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tryin to crash my shit, drivin reckless
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Look like he desperate
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Pulled down the tinted glass and let the Tec spit
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It's hectic, car flew in bodega with his neck hit
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Body and head was seperate, totally disconnected
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Bust back two shots
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at ones that standin with cannons up on the rooftops
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that drew glocks, but my 20/20 spot em for two blocks
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I'm wettin shit like it's rainfall they doin dew drops
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Two more shots came out saloon doors
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I'm blowin shit up like platoon wars
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Hesitations I got no room for
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Assume sure, the head honcho was bullet wounds bored
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Out in the dusty sand, gun was still in his hand
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Kicked the can when shit hit the fan
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Fuckin around with this G Rap the Hitman
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"This is Mary White reporting live from the town of
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Seenalojo, Me-xi-co, where there are dead bodies
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LITTERING THE STREETS. Details remain sketchy at
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thr moment but -- this appears to be a drug deal gone bad.
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Mexican authorities have just arrived on the HIDEOUS scene
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and will be issuing a statement shortly.
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This is Mary White reporting live from the town of
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Seenalojo, Me-xi-co. Back to you DICK."
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Showdown at sunset, I'm leavin one wet
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Slowly I step, my head sweats, my hand on my Tec
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I die for my respect, let the slugs and bodies connect
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All for the wreck, gotta support my rep on the set
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Tekilla Sunrise, my two wives, decides who lives or dies
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Leavin my rivals, flat on they back facin the sky
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From out the left, took your last breath, death in disguise
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With open eyes you dead in the desert, Tekilla Sunrise
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Tekilla Sunrise
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Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo |