AhhFirst day off probation, no wastin' timeJust like ancient times, and take a dime and roll itBlaze it with no fearAfter havin' to take piss tests for a whole yearSmokin' with a cold beer makes me kinda thinkWhy I don't like to drink heavily, cause what my P.O. was tellin' me'You can't smoke and even eat poppy seedsBut you can buy liquor, and drink all you need'It's callin' me, I used to drink Heineken'sNow it's 'bout 5 or 10, plus wine and ginHennessy, finishing the last dropTo the liquor store was a cash cropDrive right past the grass spotDoin' the dumbest shit I ever did in my lifeRiskin' my lifeResistin' arrestIt's in my fleshProbably smell funnyAnd there go Del's moneyFast forward to 1998I smash more herb than those old day'sWith a whole J to the faceNah, I'm still feelin' gettin' drunk more than weedBut now we back in Amster-D, got some grams for meChocolate Thai and Purple HazeAnd blocks of hash that make the J's last for daysRollin' up so phat, circumference stuffed with major chronicWe can put a wager on itWhen we first got out here in Europe it was everywhereEven at the gas station, I was down in the matA 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'...Related Songs That Will Make You Cry UncontrollablyEminem Takes Down Trump In Powerful Freestyle Rap During BET AwardsCardi B and Twitter React To 'Bodak Yellow' Hitting No. 1 On The Hot 100 The smokin' sessions was the best in the worldPlus the price was right, affordable, so more to useSo fat they deserve the KodakAnd no tax so I'm savin'Not misbehavin'That's a risk we takin', we ain't talkin' bout thatWe in the outback, smokin' till my mouth's black, how's that?Another fucked up for sho', being blowI sorta didn't get it crunkWhen I was drunkSlow that liquor down boy, hit this BM, Bob MarleyA tributeCause it's probably as fat as it was he rolledWhen he strolledDown the same cobble stone streetsWith his own beatsAnother generation, a different time zoneWith his mind blown, thinkin' up divine poemsBlessed by the father and it gets him fartherIt's a father of spiritualities, since it all affects the KarmaI used the herb for good purposesSome people are sure to diss, but up in Amsterdam they nurcher itAnd I can't forget about CrystaniaThis kid is brainiaTry to sell hard drugs there then they claimin' yaLife, they only deal with real shitAll the bomb and hash you want to deal itAnd all's well, they don't even sell it for muchAnd the cops don't really touch, cause it ain't slangin' dustI'm writin' this, right now under the influenceBut if you'd just torch those that say I shouldn't do thisBob Marley'd out, at least 'til I'm back by the lakeBut I might roll 1 or 2 for old times sake...Photos
Songs by Del The Funky Homosapien
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