Smuggler's Blues (Japanese Bonus Track)

[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