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Correct Riviera Hustle (Feat. Jehst) Lyrics
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Brando Flux: Down and out in San Marino on a roulette binge I'm trying not to cringe watch em tow the Bentley off 6 am cold, yawn and gently cough Never been a toff, self-made Double 0 style gambling habit got played I watch the sun rise, park bench thoughts From San Moritz via Cannes, left my yacht in the port Got a ticket, harbour master strangulation left him in the shed Shit! I fled, 39 steps, I hope he's not dead Jehst: From cream tea at 3 oclock with the Duke of York To my photo-fit picture on the news report Whod have thought? I caught glares true to form On a nudist resort selling shares in porn Brando Flux: And I was stepping out casinos like The worlds now mine! And now I'm sitting in the sun with my cardboard sign And weak pleas, and all day looking at knees And me and Jehst rifle restaurant bins for free cheese Jehst: Sipping on vino, flicking through a copy of the Beano Me and my amigo Joe in the casino With only 5 bucks in my snow white tux Most times I rock a t-shirt that says Life sucks! Brando Flux: We went from hotel to motel to sleeping on the beach Drinking cheap wine laughing at you slurring your speech Jehst: Pop the cork fill a glass, Anthill Mob with the illest cars Still doing bank jobs in a gorilla mask So I can buy my other half a chinchilla scarf Chilling with my honey-dip in a vanilla bath How you like me now? I'm off to hustle in the sun if I'm down and out Play the gent, tell lies cos I'm Brando Flux Till the heat dies down well be down on our luck How you like me now? I'm off to hustle in the sun if I'm down and out Quick change, switch names, now I'm Brando Flux Low Lifes sport a tux when were down on our luck Brando Flux: The jewel thieves know me at the Intercontinental Knowing that I'm just down on my luck and not mental It's a funny scene: me and the gang with Peter Sellers Eating breakfast at the beach with a Swiss bank teller Jehst: It's that fella sucking ash out of last nights lagers In my flip-flops and pyjamas Stranded somewhere off the coast of the Bahamas The bandit with banana clips and balaclavas Brando Flux: Riviera Joey Brains steps credit card flex Bad scam, high society discovered who I am They got suspicious when I passed on the ham At the buffet in Cannes, with Prince Albert of Monaco at the soire Damn! Jehst: I wanna parlay man, yeah you know those cats That rock black suits and bowler hats Playing Jack Jones tracks in our stolen Jags Holding stacks of ice like the polar caps A new night another heist better guard your stash Run upon Guy Ritchie for his cards and cash That's the snatch! Paparazzi can't relax Al Fayed wont rest till my yards been trashed I've been drinking all day but I'm hardly smashed On safari, asking where the partys at Brando Flux: I'm coming with a box of stones The Pink Panther does the picking and he spots the clones I'm like amazed, give him props and accept the cash I'm off to hustle through the Alps on a ski resort dash Watch the name splash: Howard Marks, deposit box, same bank Say thanks security the safe cracks open, last bash Now I'm stood looking at my last cash And I'm considering the options I could load some hash In Morocco at the stash by the customs check I thought Yasser paid em off but I'm a nervous wreck I take a valium or two and we relax, sail back Juggle tourism and rap and make money in the gaps.....
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