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Cypress Hill - Smuggler's Blues
[Intro: Sen Dog's whispering]
Smuggler...
Smuggler...
[B-Real:]
I got the sawed off Shotgun, hand on the Pump
With the fucking red bastard, snitching like a punk!
I had the operation tight the flaws, faded doors
There's no - growin' room - on the basement floor! (yeeah!)
I'm holding weight every 30 days, business pays
So many ways many methods of moving my white haze!
I got the cellophane, hiii! - Get this money tonite!
I got the shipment goin' out. - Got to be air tight!
So when you fuck around (around!) - no time for me to fuck around (take that shit off!)
I got the ballin' niggaz waitin' on me at the compound! (compound!)
So get the trucks ready! - And let's hit the back roads
To scam this motherfuckin' ass border patrol!
I got my cousin Huey paid - for lookin' away
Back on the 405 on the way to L.A.! (way to L.A.!)
[12 seconds talking]
[B-Real:]
I'm multiplyin' in my head - just how much stash
It's gonna take for me to double and triple up all my cash!
I hit the city limits, time for me - to check myself!
Cause I don't wanna sit inside no fuckin' cell! (no fuckin' cell!)
Slope the rolls - down, hold - down; I see the gate
So I'm pullin' up! - And I hope these fools ain't late.
Or I'm outta here; wait, no! I see them in the rear
With 3 or 4 fools holding 2's in the real!
I got the double barrel shit - hidden under my coat
For any crazy eyed motherfucker rockin' the boat!
I got the big boss hoss, just sippin' the sauce
You got the shit? You got the money? Then break the shit off!
[Chorus 1: B-Real sang reggae style (Sen Dog whispering)]
Check out the herb, man smuggliiiin'! (smuggler...)
Bright and early in the mornin'! (smuggler...)
This is for the herb, man smuggliiiin'! (smuggler...)
I know the DEA is waitin'! (smuggler...)
Take out the herb, man smuggliiiin'! (smuggler...)
It's my ass that I'm risking! (smuggler...)
This is for the herb, man sumggliiiin' (smuggler...)
I know it's your daily liven'! (smuggler...)
[B-Real:]
I came a long, long way - from slangin' the herb
Sometimes I think about - when I was kickin it to the curb!
Now it's dirt in my pocket but - shit done changed!
Tatoos on my body and - fat gold chains!
I got the mega-shipment - that must go out
On the same route me and my cousins started out!
Head back to Mexico for a friend of mine
We're gonna bring this shit load back; 4-0 pounds!
It's like crack rock! - Cause we done this shit before.
Now I loaded up the stash on the hollow floor.
Double checkin' everything; now it all looks cool!
Now we rollin' to the border like we used to do.
We pulled up at the border, but something was wrong
I began to realize that the swoop was on!
I had the DEA and immigration closin' in [dog's barkin']
They had dogs all around my shit! - No way to win! [scream]
They lookin in the truck, now I know the shit's for blast,
DEA agent sayin': "Now I got your ass! "
It's been a long time smugglin. - now I'm done!
It's all over now! It's lookin' like I'm Audi, son. (like I'm Audi, son!)
[Sang reggae style] "Now I'm headed up the river with the boat and no pad-dle! (smuggler...)
And they got me in lock dooooown... " (smuggler...)
[Chorus 2: B-Real sang reggae style (Sen Dog whispering)]
Big up to the herb, man smuggliiiiin'! (smuggler...)
Now they got me in lock dooown...
Peace to the herb, man smuggliiiiin'! (smuggler...)
Now they got me in lock dooown...
Respect to the herb, man smuggliiiiin'! (smuggler...)
Now they got me in lock dooown...
What's up to the herb, man smuggliiiiin'? (smuggler...)
Now they got me in lock dooown...
[Outro: B-Real]
Yo, this goes out to all the Buddha slangers!
All the Earth smugglers! (Now they got me in lock dooown...)
All the Buddha spots in the world!
Yeeah!
Megadeath, Fat loop! (Now they got me in lock dooown...)
This also goes out...
To all the Earthman smugglers!
Peter Tarsh! (Now they got me in lock dooown...)
Steve Blue!
Method Man!
Redman!
Joeci Wells!
Tommy Jall!
Respect Bob Marley and Madd Man!
Jack Career!
Silver Cat! [beat fades out]
My nigga, 2Pac! Nigga keep ya head up!
This is blast master, KRS-One!
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