Turn Up in Tijuana

Yeah, hola, uh
Hola, we're looking to leave with a boatload of pot (that's right)
(Get it, get it, get it) Yelawolf Blacksheep, baby
We gon' turn up in Tijuana
Turn up, turn up, turn up
Tijuana bitch (uh)
Tijuana bitch (yeah, turn it up)
Yeah (moving South, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, ah)
(In the kitchen and it's Taysty)

I'm on a trip, it's a long day (yeah)
I been trippin' in the hallway (yeah)
Cadillac dripping, I'm rolling wet (yeah)
I drop the whip at the Valet (yeah)
I took a dose and I got buck (yeah)
Got in the club with a few bucks (yeah)
I brought a goon to the party too (yeah)
Bitch don't even try me, you're looking tough (ha)
I'm on that greasy, I'm on that cheap trick
Got that ACDC up in the speakers
Rock and roll up on the beach shit, Sandman
Sleep until noon but I just went to bed on the street shit
Lay my body on a pound of leaves with a pund of weed
Underneath my head 'cause I need rest
She was saying, "God Almighty" with a soothing Polish accent
Maybe Spanish, I said, "Damn it, this is oochie wally"
Crucial Body looses two big foot on baby feet
I been with that stripper like five days this week

We gon' turn up in Tijuana (all day)
Got the Pesos, find the pack, go get your runner (where he at? Where he at?)
Meet me on that dirt block for the order
We gon' run some of this way back 'cross the border (yeah, yeah)

We gon' turn up in Tijuana (let's go, ay)
We gon' turn up in Tijuana (yeah, yeah)
We gon' turn up in Tijuana (turn up, ay, turn up)
We gon' turn up in Tijuana (oowee, gas, uh, uh)

Fuck the running, lost the passport
Paying police at the border
Good thing I don't carry nothin' less than a dub
'Cause I could be reaching for quarters (ah)
You're reaching for something on me
And then somebody gon' have to speak to reporters
But I ain't worried ironically, all of my haters are secret supporters (oowee)
My feet on the entrée and my head in the clouds off a hit of the LSD
And I'm in Bombay and all of these markets inside are my illest
You know that I do go the wrong way, I'm numero uno on Broadway
I body a Sumo in broad day
You spot me then you know the enclave
I was brushing up on the Spanish with a handful of Xannies
Me and a couple of outlaws into the antics
Put the whole city into a panic
I knew we was somewhere else when she put the X pill into her panties
And I took the next pill and we on one like we back in Miami

We gon' turn up in Tijuana (ay, yeah)
Got the Pesos, find the pack, go get your runner
Meet me on that dirt block for the order
We gon' run some of this way back 'cross the border (yeah, yeah)

We gon' turn up in Tijuana (turn it up, turn it up, ay)
We gon' turn up in Tijuana (take it back, yeah, take it back)
We gon' turn up in Tijuana (take it back, ay, take it back)
We gon' turn up in Tijuana (Catfish shit, fish, uh)

Uh, yeah
Who is that? Who ist that? Who is that? (Uh)
And the weirdest American, who is that? (Yeah)
They wanna come see how we measure up (yeah)
Measure me, you ain't getting your ruler back (yeah)
'64 on the block and it's stupid
Gotta crawl out the bitch like a Puma
Nothing new in this here but the language
But the Glock is speaking fluid
When I roll up tobacco inside a Gazebo
I'm sipping this cold Margherita
Got a blonde hoe inside of a taco truck
Tellin' me that she want my burrito
Maybe later I can squeeze her
She's a lemon drop, yeah, ten a top
But whether I choose to attend or not
She be coming to fuck by ten o'clock

And I cannot depend on the box
But she giving top that hotter than Wasabi
Black Gucci belt and I'm putting wax on that ass like Mister Miyagi
Jumpin' out the stable, it's a Ferrari
And I get down on Harley
When it start I ain't hearing them, hardly
Die trying to be the life of the party
Wide eyed, trying pay a little pocket
Crash twice rtyna exit the market
I'm a lone star and a porn star
Hundreds on the floor laying on the carpet
Homie show up once a month
With a check for me like we renting apartments
Try to get a refund and I forward the call 'cause that ain't my department

We gon' turn up in Tijuana (yeah)
Got the Pesos, find the pack, go get your runner
Meet me on that dirt block for the order
We gon' run some of this way back 'cross the border (yeah, yeah)

We gon' turn up in Tijuana (ay)
We gon' turn up in Tijuana (Slum, Slum)
We gon' turn up in Tijuana (ay)
We gon' turn up in Tijuana (and we ain't going back broke, bitch)