Riviera Hustle Lyrics

Riviera Hustle 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 hes 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

 

 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

 Its a funny scene: me and the gang with Peter Sellers

 eating breakfast at the beach with a Swiss bank teller

 

 Jehst:

 Its 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

 Thats the snatch! Paparazzi cant 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.....