Mann, DJ Quik - Amsterdam lyrics
[Mann, DJ Quik - Amsterdam lyrics]
Rollin Up, Rollin Up Hey
Rollin Up, Rollin Up Westside
Rollin Up, Rollin Up Hey
Rollin Up, Rollin Up Eastside
Rollin Up, Rollin Up Hey
Rollin up, Rollin UP Southside
Rollin Up, Rollin Up
I gotta bad bitch on my team
Making money I'm doing my thing
I'm the Man, Im the Man and
Im smoking weed in Amsterdam
Im all that and a dub sack
Up all night just counted my racks
Im the Man, Im the Man and
Im smoking weed in Amsterdam
Traveling across the globe
Life, Sex Drugs and Rock N Roll
First question when we stop is
"Who got's the Dro"
Cause you know the youngin' got to smoke
Something proper though
Retro west coast flow for 'em
Had my first driving lessons at the Forum
Niggas envy ladies adore him
Everybody want to be friendly
Once they see that he on, on
On some different shit
No dirty Money, Nall Homie my shit legit
Kickin' raps making racks to spit lyrics
Man I went over seas and hit a lick
Do you want to know how
Much I'm making in pounds?
Man I'm breaking it down they
Not making a sound
They was hating back then
They ain't saying shit now
Because im in Amsterdam, and blazing it down
Owww
Double brought me over
Chase and J came with me
Got Steve lifted in the Red light District
I love my life nigga
Wish that all of yall could live it
Record label budgets, Black Cards, no limit's
Far from where I started but
I don't feel different
Ain't shit change this should of
Always been my image young Nigga Getting it
Just a young nigga getting it
That's who I was when I started thats
Who I'll be until I finish
Everybody I fuck with got to be Bout it
VIP section crowded and cloudy
Rolling up that loud
Repping the Dannon Proudly
Smoking weed in Amsterdam where they found me
A day in the Life of my main nigga Mann
Put Dj Quik on your mixtape and
You can fuck up the land
Compton is the Brand
West LA got them strands of kush
That keep you walking west to see
The fish in the sand
Something bout the coast
Makes me want to boast
Let's do it like Julius Ceasar
With Champagne and roast
White grapes and some cheese
This shit is a breeze
I'll read Jet Magazine while
I check that Green
Now whats your motivation if
You got no passport
Whats the situation if your bumming a newport
Sugar Free help me introduce
Them to new sports
Get them out the country get these
Niggas on a new course
Rollin Up, Rollin Up Westside
Rollin Up, Rollin Up Hey
Rollin Up, Rollin Up Eastside
Rollin Up, Rollin Up Hey
Rollin up, Rollin UP Southside
Rollin Up, Rollin Up
I gotta bad bitch on my team
Making money I'm doing my thing
I'm the Man, Im the Man and
Im smoking weed in Amsterdam
Im all that and a dub sack
Up all night just counted my racks
Im the Man, Im the Man and
Im smoking weed in Amsterdam
Traveling across the globe
Life, Sex Drugs and Rock N Roll
First question when we stop is
"Who got's the Dro"
Cause you know the youngin' got to smoke
Something proper though
Retro west coast flow for 'em
Had my first driving lessons at the Forum
Niggas envy ladies adore him
Everybody want to be friendly
Once they see that he on, on
On some different shit
No dirty Money, Nall Homie my shit legit
Kickin' raps making racks to spit lyrics
Man I went over seas and hit a lick
Do you want to know how
Much I'm making in pounds?
Man I'm breaking it down they
Not making a sound
They was hating back then
They ain't saying shit now
Because im in Amsterdam, and blazing it down
Owww
Double brought me over
Chase and J came with me
Got Steve lifted in the Red light District
I love my life nigga
Wish that all of yall could live it
Record label budgets, Black Cards, no limit's
Far from where I started but
I don't feel different
Ain't shit change this should of
Always been my image young Nigga Getting it
Just a young nigga getting it
That's who I was when I started thats
Who I'll be until I finish
Everybody I fuck with got to be Bout it
VIP section crowded and cloudy
Rolling up that loud
Repping the Dannon Proudly
Smoking weed in Amsterdam where they found me
A day in the Life of my main nigga Mann
Put Dj Quik on your mixtape and
You can fuck up the land
Compton is the Brand
West LA got them strands of kush
That keep you walking west to see
The fish in the sand
Something bout the coast
Makes me want to boast
Let's do it like Julius Ceasar
With Champagne and roast
White grapes and some cheese
This shit is a breeze
I'll read Jet Magazine while
I check that Green
Now whats your motivation if
You got no passport
Whats the situation if your bumming a newport
Sugar Free help me introduce
Them to new sports
Get them out the country get these
Niggas on a new course