Live and direct, from Amsterdam city.
Where drugs are cheap, and the women pretty.
Its a party place that stays, grimey and gritty.
Want some proof homie, come see we get busy.
They’ll find your corpse in an empty, graveyard plot.
Displayed later on Ripleys, believe it or not.
Cuz Tyger Vee, simply, cannot be stopped.
By this industry, haters or hip-hop cops.
Solid as a rock, while others quit and retire.
My bars roast catz, marshmellows in fire.
Or potatos in a fryer, however you say it.
I got Cee four flow, the beat detonates it.
Crowds anticipate it, ready for action.
Show my chest, get fined like Janet Jackson.
Fast cars and life, Mario Andredi
Smokin treez fuckin Becky, in back of a chevy

Chorus:
Amsterdam,
on a saterday night, on a saterday night and we doin it right.
Amsterdam
Red, red, red redlight city, Red, red, red redlight city

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders, like Atlas.
Keeps my attitude prickely, like a cactus.
Riding pissy metros, under the city.
Steel catapillars, bombed with graffitti.
D-boys with rocks, standing in the corner.
Pickpockets scoping out, riding foriegners.
They move like wolf packs, for purses and backpacks.
I roll-up a sack, then watch as they attack.
Police try and catch it all, on camera.
Hot chicks searching for a guy, with stamina.
Everybodys looking for something, in the dam.
Crack heads sell bikes, for a few grams.
This ain’t a city, it’s a living organsim.
Parasitic life on the verge of cataclysm.
Half of the country liys, below sea level.
One flood and we’ll all be, drinking with the devil


Chorus:
Amsterdam,
on a saterday night, on a saterday night and we doin it right.
Amsterdam
Red, red, red redlight city, Red, red, red redlight city

I kick bars like Judo, heavy like a sumo.
The words bite beats, like Steven Kings Cujo.
I blew doe, traveling from Amsterdam to vegas.
Suite at the lexor, partied outragous.
Vibe was contagious, rollin in a benz.
Each girl who came, had to bring two friends.
Me and my mens, don’t pay for drinks or skins.
We shopped for fly gear, and spent dividends.
I’m a boss, everyday hustlin Rick Ross.
Hang in more spots, than Jesus on the cross.
Colder than Jack frost, an a mountain of snow.
Know girls who sniff, like Johnny Depp in blow.
They can’t let it go, undercover fiends.
Drugs warp the mind, and swallow their dreams.
I keep my nose clean, and pockets full a green.
Cash rules everything around me, cream.