Kubus - Astro lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface k**ah (Trife Diesel)] That's right, y'all Theodore, Ghostface in the buildin Yeah, yo, eh-yo.. [Ghostface k**ah] We out here in Amsterdam Blowin weed up in the coffee shops, the munchees give me ma**ive cramps In the red light district, carryin biscuits The Mac-11'll take plutonium, crisp sh** In the Benz cab, we got hash in little plastic bags Flabs of chalk, we buyin up halves And we got hoes, we ain't buyin no a** With mad trees, we don't sleep, we just lie in the gra** With Henny bottles and bad models, foot wears and pharagamos Ghost master the rings, entertain 'em like Lou, I'll battle The afterparty's at the hype hotel Y'all could all slide through, just bring me an L Look, Amsterdam, just follow the smell We got condoms, y'all, and we doin it well (Yeah) Doin it, doin it, doin it well (T.U.) Doin it, doin it, doin it well [Chorus x2: Trife Diesel] Eh-yo we out here in Amsterdam Theodore came through in a Benny Hill Astro van Big rope chains, son, outlastin ya man Knockin out bottles of Henny like it's part of the plan [Trife Diesel] Eh-yo I flow like the Nile River, my style's bitter Spit sixteen bars that'll make the crowd shiver The White Al splitter, sprinklin the haze Blowin on that good chronic, got me blazed for days Zonin out, gettin high as a rocket, mad Euros in my pocket Theodore Unit, you can't stop it Trife Dies', I keep the b**hes on their knees Du-Lilz playin the back, yo we twistin them leaves n***as better freeze, when I step in the place I'm like acne, my bare hands'll f** up ya face The most proliffic, the most high rated in ya district With a hundred goons takin mushrooms blazin their biscuits Staten Island, the most thorough, we keep it gully Black Timbs, black army fatigues and a black skully Last but not least, yo I gotta say peace To all my peeps here in Amsterdam bringin the heat .. Kubus beats [Chorus x2] [Shawn Wigs] We got flows for days, purple haze, broads that f** to The OJ's Son we get busy, the first ones to pop off the party With the Red Bull, bottle of Goose, Lime Bacardi And them cannibis kept fades with the bricks of hash Fell buyin out the bar like he holdin that cash Master cla**, we go fast, ball like Yanks We in Amsterdam, son, I want Euros not Francs And ya girl mad, no dick, lookin so sad She like eight pounds of sh** in a two pound bag We blow models but endure some more slow neck This is Staten Island, we top of the line, what you expect? Fall back or man up, our j**els are King Tut If you down with the Theodore movement then stand up .. Just stand up [Chorus x2]