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avn & king k.o.n.g. – tijuana lyrics

(verse 1)
(king k.o.n.g.)

affinity for fast cars
inifinite # of smashed broads
faster than nascar
i’m dashing through your dashboards
i hope you got a crash bar
the way we hit this cash bar
slappin’ b-tches -sses
so hard we leave em mad sore

(avn)
and i ain’t got an answer
i’m rotten like some cancer
i’m too broke to drink
and i’m not a tiny dancer
i’m more like the captain jack
of spit tin’ stanzas
more like the raps i pack
they tony danzas

(king k.o.n.g.)
boss
spanish -ss
cross my thoughts
no i don’t wanna taste this drink
some other dude just bought
get lost

(avn)
don’t f-ckin toss the drink
what’s the matter with you kong
it don’t cost to think

(king k.o.n.g.)
don’t gotta force the ring
inside the dwarves vagin
pour tequila on the cut
if i rupture a spleen

(avn)
well we in tijuana
with no way home
with no marijuana
and no pesos
and i don’t know enough spanish to get to a pay phone
so i don’t how we getting’ drinks and ho’s

(king k.o.n.g.)
we’ll be speeding the camino to the next club
heard my man jose say that he got the best shrub
and some booty
for me to grab up on so rudely
and truly i wanna do it
so bad that i’m f-ckin droolin’

(avn)
ayo calm down homie
don’t drool on me
and there’s some vatos in the alley
that’s a 2 on 3
and they peeping at the whip
like who are we
it’s like a jet-li movie
jus to get to the v

(king k.o.n.g.)
addressin’ me like gringo
when they stepping’ to me
with some bullsh-t
on their shoe is a bad recipe

(chorus x 2)
(avn & king k.o.n.g.)

b-tches & tacos
burritos & rum
a mexican sun sun
snitches & vatos
tequila & guns
a mexican run run

(verse 2)
(avn)

ayo i see no lights
so i put on the brights
a warm bed and a bath
would probably suffice
but we parked out here
on the side of the road
looks like a place
people go to die in a hole
notice him
looks f-ckin’ old as sin
5″7 dressed black
with the coldest grin
had his hand in the air
like let’s go my friend
he had a mac black gat
tucked under his band

(king k.o.n.g.)

can tell it ain’t his first rodeo
just by his stance
or the way him and his man
hung by the entrance
of an unlit cornfield
pullin’ up
like what’s the deal
got me thinking’ to myself
do i even know this dude for real?
and this plan is beginning to lose appeal
but everything i feel i’m keeping concealed
as we get to what they wanna reveal
so peel back the brush like bananas
& see smoke rising from the center like a phantom

(avn)
phantom of the ganja

(king k.o.n.g.)
chico smokin’ monster
electrified like blanca

(avn)
i’m rollin with the contra
gangsta mof-ckas
with a swag like sinatra

(king k.o.n.g.)
see a worker
carrying them bricks of marijuana

(avn)
wanna kick him in the fold
make a run for it
or maybe play it crazy
stealth swayze
take the gun from him

(king k.o.n.g.)
puntin’ him
takin his stash
and rollin a blunt on him
get caught by his sleight of hand
if we tried confrontin’ him

(avn)
but honestly we probably gettin’ mauled in the back
by a pound of hound dogs that they keep in a shack

(king k.o.n.g.)
swing the jug around
take a swig of bacardi

(avn)
i hope you like the girls
at my weed burning party

(chorus x 2)
(avn & king k.o.n.g.)

b-tches & tacos
burritos & rum
a mexican sun sun
snitches & vatos
tequila & guns
a mexican run run

- avn king k o n g lyrics

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