Dank Season lyrics

Artist  : Rappin` 4-tay 
Song : Dank Season



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 f/ Seff the Gaffla



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