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
(2X)
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
(2X)
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
(2X)
(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
