Don't Give Me No Bammer Weed

Eh, Mr. Cee, What's up nigga, you got five dollars on this gram? Yeah, nigga, you know I'm fadin'! Alright then, let's bounce to Cashmere Alright Hey, what's up nigga? eh, who got weed? Eh, what you need? Man I need that dank right, straight right I can't fuck with none of that light, that shit that float Man, all I hear is bammer Don't gimme no bammer weed We don't smoke that shit in the SFC Don't gimme no bammer weed We don't smoke that shit in the SFC Don't gimme no bammer weed We don't smoke that shit in the SFC Don't gimme no bammer weed We don't smoke that shit in the SFC Three, two, one, coming in with a bang It's two dark-skinned niggas, not a motherfuckin' gang Pimps with limps never known as simps We smoke dank, not the bammer shit Damn, 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-ass dummy Get with the program (Program) Can't you see bammer ain't nothin' but a scam? A 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 nigga) And for you bitches, honey boom, honey boom We smoked mo' dank without a pause And later that night I was in them drawers See, Frisco niggas 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 Don't gimme no bammer weed We don't smoke that shit in the SFC Don't gimme no bammer weed We don't smoke that shit in the SFC Don't gimme no bammer weed We don't smoke that shit in the SFC Don't gimme no bammer weed We don't smoke that shit in the SFC Don't give me no bammer joint It's the Black C, nigga, gettin' straight to the point I was chillin' outside on a hot day It was me and my niggas, 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 niggas pitched in Let's go to the store so I can get some gin Oh no, straight Henn-dog on mine With a little dab of coke and a nigga doin' fine So now we got a nitro We up, yeah, let's go get the indo In four deep we creep It's about to be a party in the five point 0 Jeep Nigga straight checkin' the mirror One nigga in the back had a St. Ides beer Hurlin' like fuck in my backseat I made him buy five grams and clean up the mess, G Straight Henn-dog with no chaser Fuck 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-ass nigga or a pipe full of indo I like nothin' but the real McCoy Straight dank, fuck a bammer joint Don't gimme no bammer weed We don't smoke that shit in the SFC Don't gimme no bammer weed We don't smoke that shit in the SFC Don't gimme no bammer weed We don't smoke that shit in the SFC Don't gimme no bammer weed We don't smoke that shit in the SFC Is it gold, is it green, is it brown? (Brown) No, it's Black C breaking them buds down Or should I say them indo clusters Never want homegrown 'cause I'm a indo lover Trip on the shit that I say Or go take a trip to go get the shit D to the A to the N to the K Niggas 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 niggas to fade Find a cut, or 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 fuck Now for the journey or quest And creepin' for some sex but don't forget the latex Niggas 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 Don't gimme no bammer weed We don't smoke that shit in the SFC Don't gimme no bammer weed We don't smoke that shit in the SFC Don't gimme no bammer weed We don't smoke that shit in the SFC Don't gimme no bammer weed We don't smoke that shit in the SFC Once again it's the muthafuckin Mr. Cee From Harbor Road, G 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 Niggas always sayin' smoke that bammer But what's that word by MC Hammer? Shit, it ain't 'proper' The nigga who sold it to ya gotcha Straight up gaffled Now you're looking confused, or should I say baffled But don't let it kill ya 'Cause a Hunters Point nigga 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 (Damn, that dank was bumpin) Ooh, ah, look at that ho But don't open that door and let the contact blow Nigga say that while rollin' in a ride At the same time, listen to the bassline By T.C and my nigga 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 shit Time to pull another lick RBL to the ninjas Our mission, to go and jack niggas 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 Don't gimme no bammer weed We don't smoke that shit in the SFC Don't gimme no bammer weed We don't smoke that shit in the SFC Don't gimme no bammer weed We don't smoke that shit in the SFC Don't gimme no bammer weed We don't smoke that shit in the SFC