It's the dank season for nineteen ninety four Seff the Gaffla and Rappin' 4, yo Everybody's smokin' chronic fuck the reason It must be pleasin' man it's dank season [x2]
For 1994, Tay is in this muthafucka An' I could never be a silly stupid ass sucka Busta, it runs in the family Shakin' em, breakin' em, takin' em like a vet from the bay, G Seff the Gaffla that's my nigga were persuin' this Giggalo, giggalo G, boy you're doin' this, beat So let me kick a verse about that shit called chronic Don't try to play it stupid cause I know you up on it You probably just rolled you one, probably just smoked you one Callin' up the hooker play the ho for another one Late night hustlin' in the projects, O.C. My brothers in the dark an' were way past OD Just flipped my money, feelin' good and I'm cheesin' Seff'll hook you up or put you up on the season
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[Seff the Gaffla] Rappin' 4-Tay, what's up with these foo's Actin' like ho's when these niggas know the rules So I'm about to flow, an' let these niggas know About the Y, the B, the G, it ain't easy being me, so Break down the dank, roll it up with the quickness Pass me a lighter so I can cure my sickness How many hits does it take to make you stop? How many tapes does it take to make you pop? Go ahead an' tell me cause I really wanna know Smokin' ind-e-o with my nigga Rappin' 4 Never beat around the bush I'm gettin' striaght to the point After every meal I fire up a dank joint Gettin' high as a bird, a bald head eagle Man I can't wait until they make dank legal That'll be the day that'll probably be the end Loungin' in the Mo smokin' dank drinkin' gin Kinda like a rocker but I live in the ghetto I got you hangin' on so you better not let go Have a seat, what cha see, dank in your cup gain your composure while a nigga fire up I smoke dank daily to the point that I'm lazy Every day I smoke a half a quarter, can't faze me You know who I am, so go ahead and jam Fire up the dank while you let the tape slam, damn I feel hella good for some reason Got a nigga cheesin' Indo's in season Humboldt-Kelly all the way to the bay Ragtop Productions with my homie Frankie J Hooked a nigga up when he heard a nigga flow Anotha platinum hit with the nigga Rappin' 4 And oh, you didn't know, I coulda told ya You ain't got five on the dank that I hold ya Ran out of Zags, get some more from the corner store Seff the Gaffla, nineteen ninety Rappin' 4
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Break a, break a twenty sack down to two joints And fuck all that other shit niggas gettin' to the point Pass me a baggie so I can empty the sack I feel the bass in the back, if you can hang get the contact Cause niggas twistin' more than just your average dank smoker Me an' my homies we blaze this shit we gets ova An everyday routine if you fakin' with your paper Call up my nigga cause he clockin' on this pager Sticky, sticky green oh no I can't fade the brown leaf Nothin' does it better than that potent ass indo weed Keepin' my composure plus this douja's got me coughin' And if one of these niggas don't pass the blunt I might go off An' snatch it up an' smash it up an' puff it till it's outta there You say you spent twenty dollars but ask me if I care Now I got the munchies, need some cookin' from my boo But she's out with her potters they in the cut smokin' dank too Seems that everybody's smokin' plenty marijuana But don't let that be the reason you're caught up in some drama From slippin' and trippin' this lip until you're stuck Sucka Free City niggas know what's up, what's up