Lyrical Breakdown of 28 Smuggler’s Blues - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "28 Smuggler’s Blues" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Cypress Hill weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "28 Smuggler’s Blues" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Cypress Hill employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
- Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Cypress Hill's narrative.
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I got the sawed off shotgun hand on the pump
For the nigga rat bastard snitchin' like a bum
I had the operation tight no flaws
Gated doors, indoor growin' room on the basement floor
I'm hopin' like after 30 days business pays
So many ways many bitches are movin' my weight hey
I got the cellophane (Why?) get this money tonight
I got the shipment goin' out got to be air-tight
So when the fuck around it's no time for me to fuck around
I got the ballers waitin' on me at the compound
So get the truck ready and let's hit the backroad
To Toscana say fuck the U.S. border patrol
I got my cousin Joey paid, from lookin' away
Back on the 405 on the way to L.A
Yeah homes, we're about to fuckin' come up homes
30 Miles to L.A. homes, we're gonna flip this shit
Pounds of this motherfuckin' shit
50 Of them motherfuckers
I'm multiplyin' in my head just how much cash
It's gonna take for me to double and triple up on my cash
I hit the speed limit it's time for me to check myself
'Cause I don't wanna sit inside the fuckin' cell
Slump the bones down, ho down, I see the gate
So I'm pullin' up and I hope these fools ain't late
Or I'm outta here but no I see 'em in the rear
With three or four fools holdin' tools in the rear
I got the double barrel shit-kicker under my coat
For any crazy eyes who pluckin' the Glock from the boat
I got the big boss hoss just sippin' the sauce
You got the shit, you got the money then break this shit off
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'
Check out the herb man smugglin'
It's my ass that I'm riskin'
This is for the herb man smugglin'
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 dope in my pocket but shit done changed
Tattoos on my body and fat gold chains
I got another shipment that must go out
On the same route me and my cousin started out
Headed back to Mexico for a friend of mine
We're gonna bring a shit load back for cold times
It's like clockwork cause we done this shit before
Now we 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 DEA and immigration closin' in
They had dogs all around my shit
I made a wiggle, got in the truck now I know this shit won't last
DEA agents sayin' now I got yourself
Been a long time smugglin' now I'm done
It's all over now it's lookin' like I'm Bobby's son
Now I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
And they got me in lockdown
Big up to the herb man smugglin'
Now they got me in lockdown
Peace to the herb man smugglin'
Now they got me in lockdown
Respect to the herb man smugglin'
Now they got me in lockdown
What's up to the herb man smugglin'
Now they got me in lockdown
Yo, this goes out to all the buddha slangers
All the herb smugglers
All the buddha spots in the world
Yeah, makin' that fat loot
This also goes out to all the herb man smugglin'
Peter Tosh, Steve Blum, Method Man, Josie Wales, Tommy Chong
Respect to Bob Marley and Redman
Jack career, Super Cat
My nigga 2Pac keep your head up
And to the Blastmaster KRS-One
And all the buddha kings of the world