[B-Real]
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I got the sawed off shotgun
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hand on the pump
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with the fucking red bastard
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snitching like a punk
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I had the operation tight the flaws
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faded doors
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there's no growin room on the basement floor
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I'm holding weight every 30 days
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business pays
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so many ways
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many methods of moving my white haze
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I got the cellophane, get this money tonite
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I got the shipment goin out
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got to be air tight
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so when you fuck around
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no time for me to fuck around
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I got the ballin niggaz waitin on me
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at the compound
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so get the trucks ready, and let's hit the back roads
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to scam this motherfuckin' ass border patrol
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I got my cousin Huey paid
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for lookin away
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back on the 405 on the way to LA
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[talking]
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I'm multiplying in my head
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just how much stash it's gonna take for me
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to double and triple up all my cash
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I hit the city limits, time for me to check myself
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cause I don't wanna sit inside no fuckin cell
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slope the rolls down, hold down, I see the gate
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so I'm pulling up, and I hope these fools ain't late
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or I'm outta here, wait, no, I see them in the rear
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with 3 or 4 fools holding 2's in the real
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I got the double barrel shit, hidden under my coat
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for any crazy eyed motherfucker rockin the boat
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I got the big boss hoss, just sippin the sauce
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you got the shit? you got the money?
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then break the shit off
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[sang reggae style]
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check out the herb man smugglin'
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bright and early in the mornin'
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this is for the herb man smugglin'
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I know the DEA is waitin'
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take out the herb man smugglin'
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It's my ass that I'm risking
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this is for the herb man sumgglin'
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I know it's your daily livin'
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I came a long, long way from slangin the herb
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sometimes I think about when I was kickin it to the curb
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now it's dirt in my pocket
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but shit done changed
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tatoos on my body and fat gold chains
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got the mega shipment that must go out
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on the same route me and my cousins started out
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head back to Mexico for a friend of mine
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we're gonna bring this shit load back, 4-0 pounds
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it's like crack rock, cause we done this shit before
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now I loaded up the stash on the hollow floor
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double checkin everything, now it all looks cool
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now we rollin to the border like we used to do
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we pulled up at the border, but something was wrong
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I began to realize that the swoop was on
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I had the DEA and immigration closin' in
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they had dogs all around my shit, no way to win
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they lookin in the truck, now I know the shit's for blast
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DEA agent sayin "now I got your ass"
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it's been a long time smugglin, now I'm done
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it's all over now, it's lookin' like I'm Audi, son
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Now I'm headed up the river with the boat and no paddle
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and they got me in lock down..
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[reggae]
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big up to the herb man smugglin'
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... now they got me in lock down
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peace to the herb man smugglin'
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... now they got me in lock down
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respect to the herb man smugglin'
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... now they got me in lock down
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what's up to the herb man smugglin'
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... now they got me in lock down
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shootouts to Method Man, Redman, Bob Marley
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2pac keep ya head u
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Smuggler's Blues
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Cypress Hill |