Amsterdam
P.H.A.T.T. Lyrics
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Van pim naar drilly
Doe niet zo silly
Ik wil een millie
Millie of trillie
Windows are tinnie
Met Joeba ben trippy
Die bitchen doen pity
This shit is so littie
I'm only beginning
Ik voel me al winning
In tessy we spinning
Ben faster dan lightning
Ik lik je clit met een smint
Ice king
Ik ga beserk op je kutje
Viking
Lik op je clit met peper
Zuko
Sit on my face Net
Sumo
Dick van goud
Net midas
Niet judas
Iconic
George lucas
Gorgel op mn pik chewie
Masked up net vader
One eighty left laner
Ik ben fast net een lazer
Ik pull up in een Kever
Volkswagon
Onderweg naar Amsterdam voor een show
Ragen met mn beste bro
Cash gang ja die killed het sowieso
Peki belt hah ze is home alone
Ja nu zit ik in mn zone
En we zijn weer veel te stoned
Dus ik whip m op the road
Beter word ik niet geslowed
Ogen rood ik level up net toad
Ogen rood ik level up net toad
Je praat haat, maar je moeder praat zaad
Whip fast, de tesla geeft me whiplash
Van god los, mn gezicht op opsporing verzocht
Meneer agent, hoe kan het dat je cash niet kent
Gooi een big stack, pim gooit gewoon zn pin pes
Sla mn schlong officiele term is dickslap
Ben een fucking dickhead, definitie van een archetype
Masseren aan die grote tieten laat me sowieso genieten
Ego, presenteer het voor de pesos,
Laylow, kutje kaal net jeff Bezos
Deo, kom op man je ruikt naar playdo
Ayo, we kunnen samen naar de febo
Onderweg naar Amsterdam voor een show
ragen met mn beste bro
Cash gang ja die killed het sowieso
Peki belt hah ze is home alone
Ja nu zit ik in mn zone
En we zijn weer veel te stoned
Dus ik whip m op the road
Beter word ik niet geslowed
Ogen rood ik level up net toad
Ogen rood ik level up net toad
The song "Amsterdam" by P.H.A.T.T. is a passionate ode to freedom and the legalization of marijuana. The lyrics start with the singer gifting someone their arrest because of their possession of 200 grams of the substance. The singer then goes on to express their desire for the legalization of weed, outlining the problems that arise from its illegal status. They criticize the government, the church, and corruption, highlighting how generations have been affected as a result. The song employs a heavy use of dialect, giving it a rawness and immediacy.
The rest of the song is a rallying cry for the freedom to smoke marijuana with ease, especially in Amsterdam, where it is widely accepted. The singer highlights how the politics surrounding marijuana can be oppressive and talks about how his mother thinks he is a drug addict. The song ends with a call for freedom and the repeated chant for freedom to plant and smoke "leaves of freedom."
Overall, the song's lyrics are a powerful commentary on the politics of marijuana and the need for freedom. They express a deep desire for people to be able to smoke marijuana without fear or legal repercussions.
Line by Line Meaning
Ti ho regalato il mio arresto perché sono 200 grammi di
I gave you my arrest because of 200 grams of weed
Legalize the weed, free marijuana
Legalize weed and free marijuana
Vulimme pianta’
We want to plant it
Ambisco a non essere esplicito troppo nelle prossime affermazioni
I aim not to be too explicit in my next statements
Il nostro è un Paese represso che riversa in pessime condizioni
Our country is oppressed and in terrible conditions
Lo Stato, la Chiesa, il denaro che non manca mai per le corruzioni
The State, the Church, and money that always fuels corruption
E' ancora illegale piantarla ma circola merda da generazioni
It's still illegal to plant it, but the cr*p has been circulating for generations
Famme fumà’
Let us smoke
Fràtemo ‘o ssaje ca voglio sùlo ‘o bbuóno
Believe me that I only want the good stuff
Pare Milano si faccio ‘o cappone
Milano is acting like a fool
‘A càpa ìnt’o bong e parte ‘o capatone
The head is in the bong, and the big hit begins
Lasseme stà’
Leave me alone
Lasseme stà’ ca già stongo nervuso, tengo ‘a guaglióna ca penza ‘o futuro
Leave me alone, I'm already nervous, and I have the boys who think about the future
E mammà ca me dice “Ma quànno t’ ‘a spuse?”
And mamma says to me 'When will you make it?'
Fàje cómme hê fatto cu ‘e sigarette, miette ‘a fotografia ‘ncòppa ‘o pacchetto
Do as with cigarettes, put the picture on the packet
Famme sapè’ chèllo ca m’aspetta, tanto si fumo ca te ne importa
Let me know what's waiting for me, even if you don't care if I smoke
Ij me rilasso e tu arruobbe ‘o stesso - ‘o ssaje ca arruobbe ‘o stesso
I relax, and you scream the same thing - you know, you scream the same thing
Lieve’ ‘a politica da ’e manette, ‘a repressione è ‘na brutta bestia
Free politics from handcuffs, repression is an ugly monster
Amsterdam, fanne fuma’
Amsterdam, let's smoke it
Cca’ pe’ ‘na ceppa te vonno arrestà’
Here they want to arrest you for a joint
Ma quale calma, nùn se pò’ suppurtà’
But what calm, I can't stand it
Pe’ via ‘e ‘na canna me fàje signalà’
Because of a joint, they signal me
Mammà sta triste
Mamma is sad
Si pensa ca tene ‘o figlio drogato
She thinks she has a drug-addicted son
Oi ma’, ma hê visto
Hey but, did you see it?
Chi ci giudica cómme sta cumbinato
Who judges us as we are?
‘A situazione nùn è màje cagnata
The situation is never good
È sèmpe ‘o stesso, ma quale evoluzione
It's always the same, but what evolution
Chèsta è ‘a direzione opposta
This is the opposite direction
‘O ssaje o no
You know it or not
Tanto fumamme sèmpe, ‘o ssaje
We always smoke, you know
Pure si pe’ tte nùn è normale e nùn ce ‘a fàje piantà’
Even if it's not normal for you, we won't stop planting it
‘o stesso nùje fumamme assaje
We still smoke a lot
Perciò nùn giudica’, fàje valè’ ‘a parola libertà
So don't judge, let freedom reign
Potrei stilare un elenco nel quale ti elenco un bel po’ di ragioni
I could draw up a list of reasons for you
Potresti sfruttare il momento e prendere esempio da certe nazioni,
You could seize the moment and take an example from certain nations
Potresti riempire le casse perché con il fumo si fanno i milioni
You could fill the coffers because millions are made with smoke
E dare un bel taglio alle tasse perché la mia gente si è rotta i coglioni
And cut taxes because my people are fed up
Freedom, freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom, freedom
Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Joep van Wichen, Merlijn van Balen Blanken
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