Rappin' 4-Tay - Dank Season lyrics

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Rappin' 4-Tay - Dank Season lyrics

It's the dank season for nineteen ninety four Seff the Gaffla and Rappin' 4, yo Everybody's smokin' chronic f** 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 f** the reason It must be pleasin' man it's dank season For 1994, Tay is in this muthaf**a An' I could never be a silly stupid a** s**a 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 n***a were persuin' this Giggalo, giggalo G, boy you're doin' this, beat So let me kick a verse about that sh** 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 f** 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 n***as know the rules So I'm about to flow, an' let these n***as know About the why, the be, the G, it ain't easy being me, so Break down the dank, roll it up with the quickness Pa** 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a cheesin' Indo's in season Humboldt-Kelly all the way to the bay Ragtop Productions with my homie Frankie J Hooked a n***a up when he heard a n***a flow Anotha platinum hit with the n***a 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 f** 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 f** the reason It must be pleasin' man it's dank season Break a, break a twenty sack down to two joints And f** all that other sh** n***as gettin' to the point Pa** me a baggie so I can empty the sack I feel the ba** in the back, if you can hang get the contact 'Cause n***as twistin' more than just your average dank smoker Me an' my homies we blaze this sh** we gets ova An everyday routine if you fakin' with your paper Call up my n***a '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 a** indo weed Keepin' my composure plus this douja's got me coughin' And if one of these n***as don't pa** 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 s**a Free City n***as 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 f** 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 f** the reason It must be pleasin' man it's dank season Now pa** that muthaf**a 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 muthaf**in' reason We up out this muthaf**a 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

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