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cypress hill - smuggler's blues - japanese bonus track lyrics

smuggler…
smuggler…
i got the sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
with the f-cking red b-st-rd, snitching like a punk!
i had the operation tight the flaws, faded doors
there’s no – growin’ room – on the bas-m-nt 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 f-ck around (around!) – no time for me to f-ck around (take that sh-t off!)
i got the ballin’ n-ggas waitin’ on me at the compound! (compound!)
so get the trucks ready! – and let’s hit the back roads
to scam this motherf-ckin’ -ss 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.!)
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 f-ckin’ cell! (no f-ckin’ 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 sh-t – hidden under my coat
for any crazy eyed motherf-cker rockin’ the boat!
i got the big boss hoss, just sippin’ the sauce
you got the sh-t? you got the money? then break the sh-t off!
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 -ss that i’m risking! (smuggler…)
this is for the herb, man sumggliiiin’ (smuggler…)
i know it’s your daily liven’! (smuggler…)
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 – sh-t 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 sh-t load back; 4-0 pounds!
it’s like crack rock! – cause we done this sh-t 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 sh-t! – no way to win! they lookin in the truck, now i know the sh-t’s for blast
dea agent sayin’: “now i got your -ss! ”
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!)
“now i’m headed up the river with the boat and no pad-dle! (smuggler…)
and they got me in lock dooooown… ” (smuggler…)
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…
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! my n-gga, 2pac! n-gga keep ya head up!
this is blast master, krs-one!

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