Intro: B-Real and Sen Dog      B-R: Pa' la salud! (to your health!)   SD: Pa' la salud! (to your health!)   B-R: Primero yo... (me first...)   (gulp)   B-R: *grrrrrah!*   B-R and SD: *mexican yells*   SD: Cometelo! (eat it!)      Verse One: B Smooth      Word up, Tequila style... eat the worm Motherfucker   (overlapping intro's end)      Tequila spice, hot nice   Milling rice, sipping on Jose Cuervo   Down in Tiajuana, Mexico   Thinking of the big score the night before   Met the connect, who was impressively dressed   In high fabrics   With troops like Babe Ruth, up on the mezzanine   Brandishing sub-machine guns, aye-yo   It's all about the money, son   Now that's the only reason   We came south of the border, to complete this work order   We gotta get it, no looking back, going all out for it   Ready to attack, die in a minute flat for it   As God is my witness, we got ditches   for all you motherfuckin fake bitches   It all boils down to the business   Nothing personal, when niggaz acting like they helping you   I fuckin blast you like Frank Castle, motherfucker!      Chorus      Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes   Realize we're all born to die   So get the money nigga!   (repeat 2x)      Verse Two: B-Real      I never knew money like this, in the palm of my hand   'Til I met the man with mad hook-up, and big plan   Every where you look'a, he got everybody shook up   Running for cover, the big bad WOOF, motherfucker   He was like a father figure, show me the bigger picture   Fuck slangin' on the corner, don't let the pigs get you   Not like these fools who don't comprehend   You end up doing a twenty-five bid in the pen   You got that? Getting your cup, I took a swig   The bitter taste of the 'mezcal', free worm shit   Droppin' a lesson, he slapped my face, he said listen   Pay attention brotha, you're my ace, but don't ever question   Just do what I say, and you'll be rich   And keep this in your mind: rats lay in a ditch with no spine   Don't ever forget that golden rule in the game   Cheers, they all know your name, it's like fame   Why, women and money don't mix, like drinking an' driving   Watch those conniving women and keep your eye out   Always be aware of what's around you   They wanna down you, and fuckin clown you   Keep your shit in order the money won't stop   Pretty soon you'll be on top      Chorus      Verse Three: B-Real      Tequila Sunrise, with the bloodshot eyes   My, my, my, how time flies and goes by surprise   My mentor passed on and passed a warn to me, emergency   For my enemies who wanna murder me   Eat the worm, motherfucker, while you burn, motherfucker   Better kill me, don't let me return, motherfucker   Trust no man, cause I'll be back, you understand?   With a plan, and my ace in hand, I want it all   I recall the words from Jesus, you are the Juice   Better go get it, don't let it get to your head, embed it   Let these words stick, you better be ready to die   Now take a fucking sip, caution it, but I never lie      Chorus      (music outro)