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You tell me you're so sorry
But it's the same old story
Another chapter from your book of fairytales
Can't expect me to believe
A heart that beats to deceive
The path to heaven's paved with good intentions
She never sheds a tear
When her dry eyes cry
Looking so sincere
When her dry eyes lie
You tell me you're so lonely
You say you still love me only
I hear your words but your eyes gonna tell on you
Well someday it won't be long
You'll look around and I'll be gone
The road to hell is paved with false confessions
S
Tequilla
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