Smuggler's Blues

[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