Текст песни Rappin` 4-Tay f Seff the Gaffla - Dank Season
Rappin` 4-Tay f Seff the Gaffla - Dank Season слова песни
It`s the dank season for nineteen ninety fourSeff the Gaffla and Rappin` 4, yoEverybody`s smokin` chronic fuck the reasonIt must be pleasin` man it`s dank season(2X)For 1994, Tay is in this muthafuckaAn` I could never be a silly stupid ass suckaBusta, it runs in the family Shakin` em, breakin` em, takin` em like a vet from the bay, GSeff the Gaffla that`s my nigga were persuin` thisGiggalo, giggalo G, boy you`re doin` this, beatSo let me kick a verse about that shit called chronicDon`t try to play it stupid cause I know you up on itYou probably just rolled you one, probably just smoked you oneCallin` up the hooker play the ho for another oneLate night hustlin` in the projects, O.C.My brothers in the dark an` were way past ODJust flipped my money, feelin` good and I`m cheesin`Seff`ll hook you up or put you up on the seasonChorus(Seff the Gaffla)Rappin` 4-Tay, what`s up with these foo`sActin` like ho`s when these niggas know the rulesSo I`m about to flow, an` let these niggas knowAbout the Y, the B, the G, it ain`t easy being me, soBreak down the dank, roll it up with the quicknessPass me a lighter so I can cure my sicknessHow 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 knowSmokin` ind-e-o with my nigga Rappin` 4Never beat around the bush I`m gettin` striaght to the point After every meal I fire up a dank jointGettin` high as a bird, a bald head eagleMan I can`t wait until they make dank legalThat`ll be the day that`ll probably be the endLoungin` in the Mo smokin` dank drinkin` ginKinda like a rocker but I live in the ghettoI got you hangin` on so you better not let goHave a seat, what cha see, dank in your cupgain your composure while a nigga fire upI smoke dank daily to the point that I`m lazyEvery day I smoke a half a quarter, can`t faze meYou know who I am, so go ahead and jamFire up the dank while you let the tape slam, damnI feel hella good for some reasonGot a nigga cheesin`Indo`s in seasonHumboldt-Kelly all the way to the bayRagtop Productions with my homie Frankie JHooked a nigga up when he heard a nigga flowAnotha platinum hit with the nigga Rappin` 4And oh, you didn`t know, I coulda told yaYou ain`t got five on the dank that I hold yaRan out of Zags, get some more from the corner storeSeff the Gaffla, nineteen ninety Rappin` 4Chorus(2X)Break a, break a twenty sack down to two jointsAnd fuck all that other shit niggas gettin` to the pointPass me a baggie so I can empty the sackI feel the bass in the back, if you can hang get the contactCause niggas twistin` more than just your average dank smokerMe an` my homies we blaze this shit we gets ovaAn everyday routine if you fakin` with your paperCall up my nigga cause he clockin` on this pagerSticky, sticky green oh no I can`t fade the brown leafNothin` does it better than that potent ass indo weedKeepin` my composure plus this douja`s got me coughin`And if one of these niggas don`t pass the blunt I might go offAn` snatch it up an` smash it up an` puff it till it`s outta thereYou say you spent twenty dollars but ask me if I careNow I got the munchies, need some cookin` from my booBut she`s out with her potters they in the cut smokin` dank tooSeems that everybody`s smokin` plenty marijuanaBut don`t let that be the reason you`re caught up in some drama>From slippin` and trippin` this lip until you`re stuckSucka Free City niggas know what`s up, what`s upChorus(2X)(talking)Now pass that muthafucka up on the left hand side, manGiggalo what`s up G?What`s up boy? You know I`m still just chokin` smokin` same old thing Ain`t nothing changedYeah, I`ma send this one out to all the dank smokers out thereIt`s all good baby boyIt`s the dank seasonAnd let the chronic be the muthafuckin` reasonWe up out this muthafucka for 1994Me and Seff the Gaffla, it`s like that GHere we areThat`s realAnd don`t forget, it`s the dank season