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lirik lagu cookin soul - amsterdam

[intro: evidence]
mac has managed to get himself stoned
e! uh, one, two, yeah
first time i went it was with a.g., big l
1999 fat beats anniversary, dilated peoples

[verse 1: evidence]
the place was stuck in my head, little increments of lead
the first day was like the hospital bed
the netherlands i was panickin’, ridin’ around ambulance
amsterdam dumbin’ out, cannabis cup
animated everybody was, rainin’ still hot enough
trains, trolley cars, live as f~ck, i stay in a one star
don’t need the five cause i’m live on a hundred and one bars
you know the odds, i’m a [?] fan, eatin’ at any kabob stand
cold as ice, run the sh~t, on or off land
and it’s dry water, superflow, sargent i slaughter
any odd person that shows that i oughta, uh
i keep my passport passed on
this year introduced the one they call fashawn
fugee craig, still keepin’ my mask on
last long and anything that’s past is passed on

[interlude: fashawn]
uh, n~ggas call it the gray area cause it’s gray and sh~t over there, right?
i don’t know if you know that, they got a smoke shoppe over the gray area
so, this is for the gray area, uh
ayo, the first time i was in amsterdam, was with hectic
my man evidence, the world layover tour 2009, straight up
uh, uh
[verse 2: fashawn]
the place was stuck in my head, eyes burgundy red
my first time visiting was with ev
the world layover tour
’09, traveled to netherlands
we tore it down, hit the coffee shoppes for the medicine
thought i saw a red light, tryin’ to keep my head tight
by starin’ at a nympho, posted behind some window
if i go any further that’ll be too much info
but f~ck it, shouldn’t gave me a pencil
and now it’s like a song embedded in my memory
had they hands up, see more arms than a centipede
can’t wait to go back, nothin’ like the first time
glad i brought my kodak, sit back and press rewind
i don’t think i’ll ever get homesick, i ain’t been home since
globetrottin’, switchin’ time zones, the whole sh~t
the flights, the road trips, peace to cookin’ soul
i be back overseas before you know it
the grey area

[outro]
long term use of marihuana can lead to a psychological dependence
soon you’ll be takin’ all sorts of measures to get you fixed
people will start calling you names, like pothead or smokey mcbongwater

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