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Rbl Posse

Don`t Give Me No Bammer

  gangsta rap  bay area  west coast  rap  frisco
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Текст песни Rbl Posse - Don`t Give Me No Bammer

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[ CHORUS: Black C ]Don`t gimme no bammer weed(Get with the program)(Just smoke that dank)We don`t smoke that shit in the SFC (4X)[ VERSE 1: Mr. Cee ]3, 2, 1, comin in with a bangIt`s 2 dark-skinned niggas, not a muthafuckin gangPimps with limps, never known as simpsWe smoke dank, not the bammer shitDamn, that bammer ain`t no goodYou might as well smoke some rolled up woodAnd you laughed and said those rhymes was funnyBut trip on the sense that I`m stressin, you punk-ass dummyGet with the programCan`t you see bammer ain`t nothin but a scammerFalse high, nothin but a untrue affairOr a everyday lie to dank ???Ain`t it a gram that you seek to gain?Once knew a girl named BrendaSmokin that bammer was her everyday agendaShe used to laugh and giggleUntil Mr. Cee moved next to her buildingI tried to get her but she acted kinda shobSo I shared my dank, I got her real highShe followed me up to a roomAnd for you bitches, honey boomb, honey boomWe smoked mo` dank without a pauseAnd later that night I was in them drawersSee, Frisco niggas ain`t no punksPut guns in our way and they`re gonna get pumpedOh, Brenda`s now hoein in the PointCouldn`t handle the dank, the reason - bammer joints[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 2: Black C ]Don`t gimme no bammer jointIt`s the Black C, nigga, gettin straight to the pointI was chillin outside on a hot dayIt was me and my niggas, just check what I sayLet`s fade, let`s go see the dank manThey`ll fade if they is my friendsA few niggas pitched in(Let`s go to the store so I can get some gin)Oh no, straight Hen-dog on mineWith a little dab of Coke and a nigga doin fineSo now we got a nitroWe up, yeah, let`s go hit the indoIn fo` deep we creepIt`s about to be a party in a 5.0 JeepNigga straight checkin the mirrorOne nigga in the back had a St. Ides beerUrlin like fuck in my backseatI made him buy five grams and clean up the mess, geeStraight Hen-dog with no chaserFuck that beer, ain`t nothin greaterA-B, our name: CAnd you gotta pause when you get to the DD for dank, D for drinkBut not D for the dope that`s stackin my bankThere`s only two things that I smokeA punk-ass nigga or a pipe full of indoI like nothin but the real McCoyStraight dank, fuck a bammer joint[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 3: Black C ]Is it gold, is it green, is it brown?(No, it`s Black C breakin em buds down)Or should I say them indo clustersNever want homegrown cause I`m a indo loverTrip on the shit that I sayOr go take a trip to go get the shit D to the a to the a to the n to the k(Niggas know what`s up) So what more can I say?If it`s in a zag or a pipeIt`s quite expensive, so you better smoke it rightGet a few niggas to fadeFind a cut, a chizurp in a shadeAnd like meat belongs to a mealGrab a 40 with the dank cause it`s time to get illIt`s better than crack cocaineIt ain`t medicine, but it`ll ease the painAnd if you find right you`re in luckThat and the Ides got you amped as fuckNow for the journey or questAnd creepin for some sex but don`t forget the latexNiggas like each other lesser and lesserBut on the dank tip let`s come togetherYou call it herb, some call it sessBut if it`s called bammer don`t smoke that mess[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 4: Mr. Cee ]Once again it`s the muthafuckin Mr. CeeFrom Harbor Road, geeJust gimme a couple of zigzagsSo I can roll a fat one and take a dragNow I ain`t got no time for playinI just wanna smoke my dank, andNiggas always say don`t smoke that bammerWhat`s that word by MC Hammer?Shit, it ain`t `proper`The nigga who sold it to ya gotchaStraight up gaffledNow you`re lookin confused, or should I say baffledBut don`t let it kill yaCause a Hunters Point nigga will ???? it to yaThe smoke gets straight to the headAnd next you`re put head to bedThen you start to dreamin, wonderinYou say to yourself (Damn, that dank was bumpin)Ooh, ah, look at that hoeBut don`t open that door, you got to cop that blowNigga say that while rollin in a ride at the same timeListen to the basslineBy T.C.And my nigga named Black CPoem like d-o-p-eSayin fresh rhymes for the RBL Posse?????????????????????????????Boy, I said it backwards, can I come smoother?That`t that dank shitTime to pull another lickRBL to the ninjas:Our mission: to go and jack niggasFor their indo sacks, to be exactWe 2 are like straight macksSee, we got straight to the pointCause we don`t smoke no bammer joints[ CHORUS ]

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