Kredity
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stefan Trogisch
Songwriter
Eric Soboczinksi
Songwriter
Shane Devanney
Songwriter
Umanand Kouuvri
Songwriter
Ian Smith
Songwriter
Texty
Danny Danko walks into the room
I get a whiff I ask him "homie what you do?"
He said I grow the ganja, this shits gorilla glue
I took a puff and away we flew
Now these tribulations had me losing patience
It's time to stand up not be complacent
Cause I'm sick of the lies, I'm sick of the crimes
Yes you know, they're poisoning every body, soul, and mind
Danny (Danko)
Cats out the bag
Got the fattest sacks in all the land
I ripped his Kush, his sour deez
This mother fucker got the sweetest weed
Danny (Danko)
Cats out the bag
Got the fattest sacks in all the land
I ripped his Kush, his sour deez
This mother fucker got the sweetest weed
Entering mi casa rasta man with dreadlocks
Locked in the zone
Smoking marijuana
Sweet excrete pheromone
Unique is the aroma of the ozone
Makes you wanna sing or write a poem
Danko Danny's got the frosty crystals on the green bud
Roll a dub of the dank with my buds
Bubblers, bowls and bongs stay packed with the strong
Spark the lighter, bring the fire higher like Cheech and Chong
Danny Danko walks into the room
He gets a whiff and asks, "homie is that you?"
I say, ""yeah, I grow the ganja, learned that shit from you"
He took a puff and away we flew
Now these tribulations had me losing patience
But I
Stood up and was not complacent
Cause I'm sick of the lies, I'm sick of the crimes
Yes you know, they're poisoning every body, soul and mind
Written by: Eric Soboczinksi, Ian Smith, Shane Devanney, Stefan Trogisch, Umanand Kouuvri