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RBL Posse - Don't Give Me No Bammer lyrics
[ CHORUS: Black C ] Don't gimme no bammer weed (Get with the program) (Just smoke that dank) We don't smoke that shit in the SFC (4X) [ VERSE 1: Mr. Cee ] 3, 2, 1, comin in with a bang It's 2 dark-skinned niggas, not a muthafuckin 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 Can't you see bammer ain't nothin but a scammer False high, nothin but a untrue affair Or a everyday lie to dank ??? 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 shob So I shared my dank, I got her real high She followed me up to a room And for you bitches, honey boomb, 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 guns in our way and they're gonna get pumped Oh, Brenda's now hoein in the Point Couldn't handle the dank, the reason - bammer joints [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 2: Black C ] Don't gimme 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 friends A few niggas pitched in (Let's go to the store so I can get some gin) Oh no, straight Hen-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 hit the indo In fo' deep we creep It's about to be a party in a 5.0 Jeep Nigga straight checkin the mirror One nigga in the back had a St. Ides beer Urlin like fuck in my backseat I made him buy five grams and clean up the mess, gee Straight Hen-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 drink 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 [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3: Black C ] Is it gold, is it green, is it brown? (No, it's Black C breakin em 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 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, a chizurp in a 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 [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 4: Mr. Cee ] Once again it's the muthafuckin Mr. Cee From Harbor Road, gee Just gimme a couple of zigzags 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 say don't smoke that bammer 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 lookin confused, or should I say baffled But don't let it kill ya Cause a Hunters Point nigga will ???? 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 hoe But don't open that door, you got to cop that 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 ????????????????????????????? Boy, I said it backwards, can I come smoother? That't 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 2 are like straight macks See, we got straight to the point Cause we don't smoke no bammer joints [ CHORUS ] |
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