Dank Season

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
 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
 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
 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
 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' straight 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
 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
 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
 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
 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
 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
 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