Cookin Soul - Amsterdam lyrics

"Amsterdam was stuck in my head" "C-C-C-Cookin' Soul" "Amersterdam" "Amsterdam was stuck in my head" [Evidence talking] E. Ah 1,2, ah 1,2, yeah. First time I went it was with A.G. & Big L 1999 Fat Beats Anniversary. Dilated Peoples [Verse One] 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** I stay in a one star Don't need the five cause I'm live on 101 bars You know the odds, I'm a ? fan, eatin' at any kabob stand Cold as ice, run the sh**, on or off land And it's dry water, super flow, Sargent I Slaughter Any odd person that shows that I oughta I keep my pa**port pa**ed on This year introduced the one they call Fashawn Fugee Craig, still keepin' my mask on Last long and anything that's past is pa**ed on [Fashawn Talking] n***as call it the gray area cause it's gray and sh** over there right "Amsterdam" I don't know if you know that. They got a smoke shoppe over there. This is for the gray area Ayo, the first time I was in Amsterdam, was with Hectic, my man Evidence "Amsterdam was stuck in my head" The world Layover Tour. 2009. Straight up "Oh, it's a kind of stupid groove" "Amsterdam" [Verse Two] 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** 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 When 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** The flights, the road trips Peace to Cookin' Soul I be back overseas before you know it Grey area [Jerreau talking] Yeah. Okay "Amsterdam" It's sly news ya heard? It's Jerreau ya heard? Evidence ya heard? Mick Boogie ya heard? Let's go "Amsterdam was stuck in my head" Okay "Oh, it's a kind of stupid groove Yeah, look [Verse Three] On a world tour Monkey Wrench, they my man Fly each and every place with Blackberrys in hand Leavin' e'rything behind, I call that your past But I'll be back with more memories and shopping bags They embrace us like it's our home When all around the world, they singin' the same song You only die once but you can live forever So I put my life in my music, however Y'all k** me I just play dead I got big city dreams Don't wake me ya hear? But you believe, if nobody dead, it's better to give than receive I give 'em all of me And they keep tryin' me Like, if at first you don't succeed I just bounce back like bad checks, hit or miss You shoot for the stars and brick You air ball, I ball like this And if you say what you feel you must feel bad Cause y'all ain't sayin' nothin' good I'm all I ever had Shout out to the richest of the broke rappers Y'all wait till the price go down I'm in another country, 'nother town Gettin' cultured How you gonna stop us now? There's a means to an end I'm makin' ends meet For a lot of y'all rappers it's the beginning of the end So run tell a friend Yeah "Amsterdam was stuck in my head" "Oh, it's a kind of stupid groove that you can't ignore"