Lyrics:
Der Contrabandiste

I make my money selling speakeasy gin defying logic and law every time the blind pig comes to take his cut he wears a sickly look on his jaw I know

" From the office of the President, right down to me and you, me and you It's a losing proposition, But one you can't refuse It's the politics of contraband

I make my money selling speakeasy gin defying logic and law every time the blind pig comes to take his cut he wears a sickly look on his jaw I know I

: [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

I make my money selling speakeasy gin defying logic and law every time the blind pig comes to take his cut he wears a sickly look on his jaw I know

Sere tu... muerte Muerte... ahora esta marcada tu suerte. Hoy cumplire la ley de mi palabra no hay puerta capaz de detenerme las cosas son asi, vuelven

Succede sempre di notte Proprio quando non ho piu da fumare Quando e' finito anche l'ultimo film, quando e' proprio ora di andare quando sembra cosi

verse1: babygirl I'm a tell you what it is I love you, but I can't keep going on like this can't live without you girl you on top of my world shorty

: [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