Wack M.C.'s

Ahh First day off probation, no wastin' time Just like ancient times, and take a dime and roll it Blaze it with no fear After havin' to take piss tests for a whole year Smokin' with a cold beer makes me kinda think Why I don't like to drink heavily, cause what my P.O. was tellin' me 'You can't smoke and even eat poppy seeds But you can buy liquor, and drink all you need' It's callin' me, I used to drink Heineken's Now it's 'bout 5 or 10, plus wine and gin Hennessy, finishing the last drop To the liquor store was a cash crop Drive right past the grass spot Doin' the dumbest shit I ever did in my life Riskin' my life Resistin' arrest It's in my flesh Probably smell funny And there go Del's money Fast forward to 1998 I smash more herb than those old day's With a whole J to the face Nah, I'm still feelin' gettin' drunk more than weed But now we back in Amster-D, got some grams for me Chocolate Thai and Purple Haze And blocks of hash that make the J's last for days Rollin' up so phat, circumference stuffed with major chronic We can put a wager on it When we first got out here in Europe it was everywhere Even at the gas station, I was down in the mat A fast pace, when I thought 'This shit ain't helpin' nothin' When I can get elevated straight puffin' nothin" (Scratching) Straight puffin' nothin'... (Scratching) Straight puffin' nothin'... (Scratching) Straight puffin' nothin'... The smokin' sessions was the best in the world Plus the price was right, affordable, so more to use So fat they deserve the Kodak And no tax so I'm savin' Not misbehavin' That's a risk we takin', we ain't talkin' bout that We in the outback, smokin' till my mouth's black, how's that? Another fucked up for sho', being blow I sorta didn't get it crunk When I was drunk Slow that liquor down boy, hit this BM, Bob Marley A tribute Cause it's probably as fat as it was he rolled When he strolled Down the same cobble stone streets With his own beats Another generation, a different time zone With his mind blown, thinkin' up divine poems Blessed by the father and it gets him farther It's a father of spiritualities, since it all affects the Karma I used the herb for good purposes Some people are sure to diss, but up in Amsterdam they nurcher it And I can't forget about Crystania This kid is brainia Try to sell hard drugs there then they claimin' ya Life, they only deal with real shit All the bomb and hash you want to deal it And all's well, they don't even sell it for much And the cops don't really touch, cause it ain't slangin' dust I'm writin' this, right now under the influence But if you'd just torch those that say I shouldn't do this Bob Marley'd out, at least 'til I'm back by the lake But I might roll 1 or 2 for old times sake...