Wack M.c.'s Lyrics - Del The Funky Homosapien

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'... 

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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... 

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