Dank Season Lyrics - Singles - Rappin' 4-tay

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 

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 

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 

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 

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' 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 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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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