Smuggler's Blues Lyrics - 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 

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*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) 

Photos 

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