Текст песни Del The Funky Homosapien - BM`s
Del The Funky Homosapien - BM`s слова песни
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 life, Resistin` 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``Chorus:(Scratching) Straight puffin` nothin`...(Scratching) Straight puffin` nothin`...(Scratching) Straight puffin` nothin`...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 Marley A tribute`Cause 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 (?)It`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 (?)This 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` dust I`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...Chorus:(Scratching)