Braintax – Riviera Hustle Lyrics
Lyrics
Brando Flux
- Down and out in San Marino on a roulette binge
- Im 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 Im 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
- Brando Flux:
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 ?
- Im off to hustle in the sun if Im down and out
- Play the gent, tell lies cos Im Brando Flux
- Till the heat dies down well be down on our luck
- How you like me now ?
- Im off to hustle in the sun if Im down and out
- Quick change, switch names, now Im 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 Im 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
- Ive been drinking all day but Im hardly smashed
- On safari, asking where the partys at
Brando Flux
- Im coming with a box of stones
- The Pink Panther does the picking and he spots the clones
- Im like amazed, give him props and accept the cash
- Im 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 Im stood looking at my last cash
- And Im considering the options I could load some hash
- In Morocco at the stash by the customs check
- I thought Yasser paid em off but Im a nervous wreck
- I take a valium or two and we relax, sail back
- Juggle tourism and rap and make money in the gaps.....