7th foul nation - Amsterdam

Album:From Amsterdam to Praha
Lyrics:
Ehh Yo, Hip-Hop lives out Amsterdam
All my people ride the tram out Amsterdam
We burn live by the gram out Amsterdam

Common, Amsterdam, Amsterdam

Yo, Throw your hands up

Ehh Yo, it's Amsterdam baby the home of the herb, and I ain't even have to tell you because I know that you heard.
Where the Coffee Shops are everywhere like 7-11, and a piece of hash will send you on a stairway to heaven.
Yo when its time to kick back and just smoke a lot I walk past the Bulldog and hit the Rokerij and inside you find Gen chilling
writing some rhymes, then I slided me some dimes up at the Leidseplein. And we all up in the Challenge on a Friday night,
Saturday the Paradiso with my crew on the Mic. I spit 3 hot verses and they looking for G but I am at the red light
getting pussy for free with the MPC, Ricky D and the Dutch, whiling out free styling with the Queen on the bus.
10 Stars one of the nicest with the mic in my hand and this time I am writing a jam for Amsterdam..

Ehh Yo, Hip-Hop lives out Amsterdam
All my people ride the tram out Amsterdam
We burn live by the gram out Amsterdam

Common, Amsterdam
Eh Yo, Amsterdam

We got ill MC's out Amsterdam
We got skilled DJ's out Amsterdam
B-Girls and B-Boys out Amsterdam

Common, Amsterdam
Eh Yo, Amsterdam

Yo, Amsterdam is the place where cops will light your clip.
Where you can catch me in the Coffee Shop writing some shit, its its Rick D
V and XXX I thought you knew by now, you can see it on the flag when I am cruising around.
Weather rollin in the east or on the tram in the west we smoking herbs in Amsterdam and you know its the best.
When cops look you in the eyes but they see no stress, its like New York with no Giuliani, no gun and no vest.
So throw your hands in the air and just wave your fist. Amsterdam is the place where yall can raise your kids.
Weather chillin in the Vondelpark or Rembrandtplein or up at the lab building weight Gen on the rhyme and now its all
about the Mic and doing shows all around. Seven Foul in the milky way putting it down with my wife by my side and my daughter
in hand, thats right I raise my fam in Amsterdam.

Ehh Yo, Hip-Hop lives out Amsterdam
All my people ride the tram out Amsterdam
We burn live by the gram out Amsterdam

Common, Amsterdam
Eh Yo, Amsterdam

We got ill MC's out Amsterdam
We got skilled DJ's out Amsterdam
B-Girls and B-Boys out Amsterdam

Common, Amsterdam
Eh Yo, Amsterdam

Yo, this jam is for Amsterdam the home of the Dutch. You know we never put it down so we blowing it up,
rolling a blunt grab the Mic and open it up and when you see us on the stage, yo you know that its us..
Yo who else besides (???) on the battle for dough, then hit the Coffee Shop right after the show,
bounce up to Dam square as we head to the lab hope in the Benz cab and put the pen to the pad and put it down for the
city that sets you free where you can do what you like and they just let you be, weather shopping in the Cavelstraat
or in the mall or riding the south east chillin playing some ball we out on Queens Day getting hammered as fuck and
you know that we the judges in the Cannabis Cup. I write rhymes for Big L, Pun, and Biggie above.
But yo this one this is for the city I love, it's Amsterdam yall!

Ehh Yo, Hip-Hop lives out Amsterdam
All my people ride the tram out Amsterdam
We burn live by the gram out Amsterdam

Common, Amsterdam
Eh Yo, Amsterdam

We got ill MC's out Amsterdam,
We got skilled DJ's out Amsterdam
B-Girls and B-Boys out Amsterdam

Common, Amsterdam
Eh Yo, Amsterdam