Текст песни Cypress Hill - Smuggler's Blues

III: Temples Of Boom
Жанр: Hip-Hop
Исполнитель: Cypress Hill
Альбом: III: Temples Of Boom
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[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 I'm holding weight every 30 days business pays so many ways many methods of moving my white haze I got the cellophane, get this money tonite I got the shipment goin out got to be air tight so when you fuck around no time for me to fuck around I got the ballin niggaz waitin on me at the 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 LA *talking* I'm multiplying 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 slope the rolls down, hold down, I see the gate so I'm pulling 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 (sang reggae style) check out the herb man smugglin' bright and early in the mornin' this is for the herb man smugglin' I know the DEA is waitin' take out the herb man smugglin' It's my ass that I'm risking this is for the herb man sumgglin' I know it's your daily livin' 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 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 they had dogs all around my shit, no way to win 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 Now I'm headed up the river with the boat and no paddle and they got me in lock down.. (reggae) big up to the herb man smugglin' ... now they got me in lock down peace to the herb man smugglin' ... now they got me in lock down respect to the herb man smugglin' ... now they got me in lock down what's up to the herb man smugglin' ... now they got me in lock down shootouts to Method Man, Redman, Bob Marley 2pac keep ya head up
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