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rbl posse - don't give me no bammer weed lyrics

[ hook 4x: black c ]
don’t give me no bammer weed
(get with the program) (just smoke that dank)
we don’t smoke that sh-t in the sfc

[ verse 1: mr. cee ]
3, 2, 1, comin in with a bang
it’s 2 dark-skinned n-ggas, not a m-th-f-ckin gang
pimps with limps, never known as simps
we smoke dank, not the bammer sh-t
d-mn, 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–ss dummy
get with the program
can’t you see bammer ain’t nothin but a scam
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 n-gga!!)
and for you b-tches, honey boom, honey boom
we smoked mo’ dank without a pause
and later that night i was in them drawers
see, frisco n-ggas 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

[ hook 4x: black c ]
don’t give me no bammer weed
(get with the program) (just smoke that dank)
we don’t smoke that sh-t in the sfc

[ verse 2: black c ]
don’t give me no bammer joint
it’s the black c, n-gga, gettin straight to the point
i was chillin outside on a hot day
it was me and my n-ggas, 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 n-ggas 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 c0ke and a n-gga doin fine
so now we got a nitro
we up, yeah, let’s go hit the indo
in four deep we creep
it’s about to be a party in a 5.0 jeep
n-gga straight checkin the mirror
one n-gga in the back had a st. ides beer
urlin like f-ck in my backseat
i made him buy five grams and clean up the mess, g
straight hen-dog with no chaser
f-ck 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–ss n-gga or a pipe full of indo
i like nothin but the real mccoy
straight dank, f-ck a bammer joint

[ hook 4x: black c ]
don’t give me no bammer weed
(get with the program) (just smoke that dank)
we don’t smoke that sh-t in the sfc

[ verse 3: black c ]
is it gold, is it green, is it brown?
(no, it’s black c breaking them buds down)
or should i say them indo cl-sters
never want homegrown ’cause i’m a indo lover
trip on the sh-t that i say
or go take a trip to go get the sh-t
d to the a to the n to the k
(n-ggas 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 n-ggas to fade
find a cut, and 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 f-ck
now for the journey or quest
and creepin for some s-x but don’t forget the latex
n-ggas 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

[ hook 4x: black c ]
don’t give me no bammer weed
(get with the program) (just smoke that dank)
we don’t smoke that sh-t in the sfc

[ verse 4: mr. cee ]
once again it’s the m-th-f-ckin mr. cee
from harbor road, gee
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
n-ggas always sayin’ smoke that bammer
but what’s that word by mc hammer?
sh-t, it ain’t ‘proper’
the n-gga who sold it to ya gotcha
straight up gaffled
now you’re looking confused, or should i say baffled
but don’t let it k!ll ya
’cause a hunters point n-gga 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 (d-mn, that dank was bumpin)
ooh, ah, look at that hoe
but don’t open that door and let the contact blow
n-gga say that while rollin in a ride at the same time
listen to the b-ssline
by t.c
and my n-gga 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 sh-t
time to pull another l1ck
rbl to the ninjas:
our mission: to go and jack n-ggas
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

[ hook 4x: black c ]
don’t give me no bammer weed
(get with the program) (just smoke that dank)
we don’t smoke that sh-t in the sfc

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