[ 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 bang
It`s 2 dark-skinned niggas, not a muthafuckin 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
Can`t you see bammer ain`t nothin but a scammer
False high, nothin but a untrue affair
Or a everyday lie to dank ???
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 shob
So I shared my dank, I got her real high
She followed me up to a room
And for you bitches, honey boomb, 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 guns in our way and they`re gonna get pumped
Oh, Brenda`s now hoein in the Point
Couldn`t handle the dank, the reason - bammer joints
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[ VERSE 2: Black C ]
Don`t gimme 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 friends
A few niggas pitched in
(Let`s go to the store so I can get some gin)
Oh no, straight Hen-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 hit the indo
In fo` deep we creep
It`s about to be a party in a 5.0 Jeep
Nigga straight checkin the mirror
One nigga in the back had a St. Ides beer
Urlin like fuck in my backseat
I made him buy five grams and clean up the mess, gee
Straight Hen-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 drink
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
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[ 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 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 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, a chizurp in a 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
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[ VERSE 4: Mr. Cee ]
Once again it`s the muthafuckin Mr. Cee
From Harbor Road, gee
Just gimme a couple of zigzags
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 say don`t smoke that bammer
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 lookin confused, or should I say baffled
But don`t let it kill ya
Cause a Hunters Point nigga will ???? 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 hoe
But don`t open that door, you got to cop that 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
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Boy, I said it backwards, can I come smoother?
That`t 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 2 are like straight macks
See, we got straight to the point
Cause we don`t smoke no bammer joints
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