Kool G Rap - Tek**a Sunrise lyrics

[Verse 1] k**ers in spanish villas in Sante Fe Eses all about hammer play Desell Marachi, preferred to watch me It's a Tek**a Sunrise, over the sky Tea rocks in the watch be flaring but hot see Got these from my n***a 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 co*kin 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 ba*tard 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 n***as tore meat though when I draw heat yo Tryin to leave me dead in the street yo Mami ?? con tigo [Hook] 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 Tek**a 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, d**h in disguise With open eyes you dead in the desert, Tek**a Sunrise [Verse 2] I'm co*kin 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 f** 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 n***as 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 sh**, drivin reckless Look like he desperate Pulled down the tinted gla** 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 sh** like it's rainfall they doin dew drops Two more shots came out saloon doors I'm blowin sh** 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 sh** hit the fan f**in around with this G Rap the Hitman [Female Reporter] "This is Mary White reporting live from the town of Seenalojo, 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." [Hook] 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 Tek**a 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, d**h in disguise With open eyes you dead in the desert, Tek**a Sunrise