Dank Season Lyrics
| Song | Dank Season |
| Artist | Rappin' 4-Tay |
| Album | Don't Fight The Feelin' |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Forte | |
| (feat. Seff the Gaffla) | |
| 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 | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [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 | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [x2] | |
| 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 | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [x2] | |
| [talking] | |
| Now pass that muthafucka up on the left hand side, man | |
| Giggalo what's up G? | |
| What's up boy? You know I'm still just chokin' smokin' same old thing | |
| Ain't nothing changed | |
| Yeah, I'ma send this one out to all the dank smokers out there | |
| It's all good baby boy | |
| It's the dank season | |
| And let the chronic be the muthafuckin' reason | |
| We up out this muthafucka for 1994 | |
| Me and Seff the Gaffla, it's like that G | |
| Here we are | |
| That's real | |
| And don't forget, it's the dank season |
| zuo ci : Forte | |
| feat. Seff the Gaffla | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| Seff the Gaffla | |
| Rappin' 4Tay, 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' indeo 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 | |
| HumboldtKelly 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| x2 | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| x2 | |
| talking | |
| Now pass that muthafucka up on the left hand side, man | |
| Giggalo what' s up G? | |
| What' s up boy? You know I' m still just chokin' smokin' same old thing | |
| Ain' t nothing changed | |
| Yeah, I' ma send this one out to all the dank smokers out there | |
| It' s all good baby boy | |
| It' s the dank season | |
| And let the chronic be the muthafuckin' reason | |
| We up out this muthafucka for 1994 | |
| Me and Seff the Gaffla, it' s like that G | |
| Here we are | |
| That' s real | |
| And don' t forget, it' s the dank season |
| zuò cí : Forte | |
| feat. Seff the Gaffla | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| Seff the Gaffla | |
| Rappin' 4Tay, 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' indeo 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 | |
| HumboldtKelly 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| x2 | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| x2 | |
| talking | |
| Now pass that muthafucka up on the left hand side, man | |
| Giggalo what' s up G? | |
| What' s up boy? You know I' m still just chokin' smokin' same old thing | |
| Ain' t nothing changed | |
| Yeah, I' ma send this one out to all the dank smokers out there | |
| It' s all good baby boy | |
| It' s the dank season | |
| And let the chronic be the muthafuckin' reason | |
| We up out this muthafucka for 1994 | |
| Me and Seff the Gaffla, it' s like that G | |
| Here we are | |
| That' s real | |
| And don' t forget, it' s the dank season |
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