Smuggler's Blues

Cypress Hill

[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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