Yelawolf & Caskey - Turn up in Tijuana lyrics

[Intro: Yelawolf] Yeah, hola, uh Hola, we’re lookin’ to leave with a, boatload of pot (That’s right, get it, get it) Yelawolf Blacksheep We gon’ turn up in Tijuana, turn up, turn up, turn up Tijuana, b*tch, hehe Tijuana, b*tch, yeah, yeah Movin’ south mula [Verse 1: Yelawolf] I’m on a trip, it’s a long day I’ve been trippin’ in the hallway Cadillac drippin’, I’m rollin’ wet I got the whip and the valet I took a dose and I got bumped Down in the club with a few bucks I brought a goon to the party too b*tch, don’t even try me, you lookin’ tough I’m on that crease, I’m on that Cheap Trick Got the ACDC up in the speakers Rock ‘n’ roll up on the beaches, Sandman Sleepin’ till noon when I just went to bed on the street, sh*t Lay my body on a pile of leaves with a pound of weed underneath my head ’cause I need rest She was sayin’ “God almighty” with a soothin’ polished accent Maybe Spanish, I said “damn it this is oochie wally” Crucial, body loose as two big shoes on baby feet I’ve been with that stripper like five days this week [Chorus: Yelawolf & Caskey] We gon’ turn up in Tijuana (all day) 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 weight back ‘cross the border We gon’ turn up in Tijuana We gon’ turn up in Tijuana We gon’ turn up in Tijuana We gon’ turn up in Tijuana [Verse 2: Caskey] fu*k the runnin’, lost the passport Payin’ police at the border Good thing I don’t carry nothin’ less than a dub ’cause I can’t be reachin’ for quarters You reachin’ for somethin’ on me And then somebody gon’ have to speak to reporters But I ain’t worried, ironically all of my haters are secret supporters My feet on the entré And my head in the clouds off a hit of that LSD And I’m on Bombay And all of these marks that’s inside of my ears let 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 brushin’ up on the Spanish with a handful of Xanax Me and a couple of outlaws enter the annex 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, now we on one, now we back in Miami [Chorus: Yelawolf & Caskey] We gon’ turn up in Tijuana 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 weight back ‘cross the border We gon’ turn up in Tijuana We gon’ turn up in Tijuana We gon’ turn up in Tijuana We gon’ turn up in Tijuana [Verse 3: Yelawolf] Ah, yeah, who is that? Who is that? Who is that? They know where the Slumerican crew is at They wanna come see how we measure up Measure me, you ain’t gettin’ your ruler back Born on the block, I ain’t stupid Gotta call out the b*tch like a puma Nothin’ new in this hoop’ but the language But the Glock is speakin’ fluent When I roll up tobacco inside a gazebo I’m sippin’ this cold Margarita 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, [?] top But whether I choose to attend or not She’ll be comin’ to fu*k by ten o’clock [Verse 4: Caskey] I can’t depend on the box But she givin’ top that hotter than Wasabi Black Gucci belt And I’m puttin’ wax on her ass like Mr. Miyagi Jumped out the stable It’s a Ferrari, and I get down on the Harley When it start, I ain’t hearin’ ’em hardly Die tryna be the life of the party Wide-eyed, tryna parallel park it Crashed twice, tryna exit the market I’m a lone star and a pornstar Hunnids on the floor, lay in the carpet Homie show up once a month With a check for me like we rentin’ apartments Try to get a refund And I forward the call ’cause that ain’t my department [Chorus: Yelawolf & Caskey] We gon’ turn up in Tijuana 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 weight back ‘cross the border We gon’ turn up in Tijuana We gon’ turn up in Tijuana We gon’ turn up in Tijuana We gon’ turn up in Tijuana We ain’t goin’ back broke, b*tch