Don't Give Me No Bammer Weed

Eh, Mr. Cee, What's up nigga, you got five dollars on this gram?
 Yeah, nigga, you know I'm fadin'!
 Alright then, let's bounce to Cashmere
 Alright
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 Hey, what's up nigga? eh, who got weed?
 Eh, what you need?
 Man I need that dank right, straight right
 I can't fuck with none of that light, that shit that float
 Man, all I hear is bammer
 Don't gimme no bammer weed
 We don't smoke that shit in the SFC
 Don't gimme no bammer weed
 We don't smoke that shit in the SFC
 Don't gimme no bammer weed
 We don't smoke that shit in the SFC
 Don't gimme no bammer weed
 We don't smoke that shit in the SFC
 Three, two, one, coming in with a bang
 It's two dark-skinned niggas, not a motherfuckin' gang
 Pimps with limps never known as simps
 We smoke dank, not the bammer shit
 Damn, that bammer ain't no good
 You might as well smoke some rolled up wood
 And you laughed and said those rhymes was funny
 But trip on the sense that I'm stressin', you punk-ass dummy
 Get with the program (Program)
 Can't you see bammer ain't nothin' but a scam?
 A false high, nothin' but a untruth
 A fib, or a everyday lie, too
 Dank is the claim to fame
 Ain't it a gram that you seek to gain?
 Once knew a girl named Brenda
 Smokin' that bammer was her everyday agenda
 She used to laugh and giggle
 Until Mr. Cee moved next to her building
 I tried to get her, but she acted kinda shy
 So I shared my dank, I got her real high
 She invited me up to her room (My nigga)
 And for you bitches, honey boom, honey boom
 We smoked mo' dank without a pause
 And later that night I was in them drawers
 See, Frisco niggas ain't no punks
 Put guts in our way and they're gonna get bucked
 Oh, and Brenda's now hoeing in the point
 Couldn't handle the dank, the reason? Bammer joints
 Don't gimme no bammer weed
 We don't smoke that shit in the SFC
 Don't gimme no bammer weed
 We don't smoke that shit in the SFC
 Don't gimme no bammer weed
 We don't smoke that shit in the SFC
 Don't gimme no bammer weed
 We don't smoke that shit in the SFC
 Don't give me no bammer joint
 It's the Black C, nigga, gettin' straight to the point
 I was chillin' outside on a hot day
 It was me and my niggas, just check what I say
 Let's fade, let's go see the dank man
 They'll fade if they is my friend
 A few niggas pitched in
 Let's go to the store so I can get some gin
 Oh no, straight Henn-dog on mine
 With a little dab of coke and a nigga doin' fine
 So now we got a nitro
 We up, yeah, let's go get the indo
 In four deep we creep
 It's about to be a party in the five point 0 Jeep
 Nigga straight checkin' the mirror
 One nigga in the back had a St. Ides beer
 Hurlin' like fuck in my backseat
 I made him buy five grams and clean up the mess, G
 Straight Henn-dog with no chaser
 Fuck that beer, ain't nothin' greater
 A-B, our name C
 And you gotta pause when you get to the D
 D for dank, D for drank
 But not D for the dope, that's stackin' my bank
 There's only two things that I smoke
 A punk-ass nigga or a pipe full of indo
 I like nothin' but the real McCoy
 Straight dank, fuck a bammer joint
 Don't gimme no bammer weed
 We don't smoke that shit in the SFC
 Don't gimme no bammer weed
 We don't smoke that shit in the SFC
 Don't gimme no bammer weed
 We don't smoke that shit in the SFC
 Don't gimme no bammer weed
 We don't smoke that shit in the SFC
 Is it gold, is it green, is it brown? (Brown)
 No, it's Black C breaking them buds down
 Or should I say them indo clusters
 Never want homegrown 'cause I'm a indo lover
 Trip on the shit that I say
 Or go take a trip to go get the shit
 D 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 pipe
 It's quite expensive, so you better smoke it right
 Get a few niggas to fade
 Find a cut, or just zurp in the shade
 And like meat belongs to a meal
 Grab a 40 with the dank cause it's time to get ill
 It's better than crack cocaine
 It ain't medicine, but it'll ease the pain
 And if you find, right you're in luck
 That and the Ides got you amped as fuck
 Now for the journey or quest
 And creepin' for some sex but don't forget the latex
 Niggas like each other lesser and lesser
 But on the dank tip, let's come together
 You call it herb, some call it sess
 But if it's called bammer, don't smoke that mess
 Don't gimme no bammer weed
 We don't smoke that shit in the SFC
 Don't gimme no bammer weed
 We don't smoke that shit in the SFC
 Don't gimme no bammer weed
 We don't smoke that shit in the SFC
 Don't gimme no bammer weed
 We don't smoke that shit in the SFC
 Once again it's the muthafuckin Mr. Cee
 From Harbor Road, G
 Just gimme a couple of Zig-Zags
 So I can roll a fat one and take a drag
 Now I ain't got no time for playin'
 I just wanna smoke my dank and
 Niggas always sayin' smoke that bammer
 But what's that word by MC Hammer?
 Shit, it ain't 'proper'
 The nigga who sold it to ya gotcha
 Straight up gaffled
 Now you're looking confused, or should I say baffled
 But don't let it kill ya
 'Cause a Hunters Point nigga who sold it to ya
 The smoke gets straight to the head
 And next you're put head to bed
 Then you start to dreamin, wonderin'
 You say to yourself (Damn, that dank was bumpin)
 Ooh, ah, look at that ho
 But don't open that door and let the contact blow
 Nigga say that while rollin' in a ride
 At the same time, listen to the bassline
 By T.C and my nigga named Black C
 Poem like D-O-P-E
 Sayin' fresh rhymes for the RBL Posse
 Expialidocious-califragilistic-super
 Boy, I said it backwards, can I come smoother?
 That's that dank shit
 Time to pull another lick
 RBL to the ninjas
 Our mission, to go and jack niggas
 For their indo sacks, to be exact
 We took it like straight macks
 See, we got straight to the point
 'Cause we don't smoke no bammer joints
 Don't gimme no bammer weed
 We don't smoke that shit in the SFC
 Don't gimme no bammer weed
 We don't smoke that shit in the SFC
 Don't gimme no bammer weed
 We don't smoke that shit in the SFC
 Don't gimme no bammer weed
 We don't smoke that shit in the SFC