$$ On Da Dank

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Take a big hit, straight to your lungs A fat spliff, but nigga can you fuck with one? It's the dank, the shit that have a nigga daze-y Kinda hazy, you know, straight crazy I got some raps and a track that I could flow to I need some dank and I know who I can go to To my partner, the one with the fat sacks I get a personal pack and then I'm at that It ain't that I'm addicted on it But the way it have me bein' just make me want it You know a nigga gots to give his props to the alcohol But the dank is the shit for young Mac Mall Or maybe it's the fuckin' dog in me That make grab a pack of zags and MD 20/20 Nah, I better switch that to gin 'Cause once that I get in she gon' wish I never been But see, I guess it's just a side effect When you smokin' on the dank with my tape in your deck It's like that when I'm full of marijuana, 'cause I'ma Make your bitch feel way hotter than a sauna Full of the dank, the Taylor, the zesty Puffin' on the dank in the Crest is where the best be, see It's a motherfuckin' family thang, and that's how we hang 'Cause even Kool had a motherfuckin' gang Tell me that, I'm slammin' in your car again Smokin' dank just like a fuckin' Rastafarian Kick back, playa, hear what I'm sayin' Because can't nathan stop me, mayne, when I'm dankin' and drankin' (And drankin') [Chorus] I know you got some money on the dank, nigga I know you got some money on the dank, nigga I know you got some money on the dank, nigga What's up? Fire up I know you got some money on the dank, nigga I know you got some money on the dank, nigga I know you got some money on the dank, nigga What's up? Motherfucker, fire up [Verse 2] I've been a chronic alcoholic since the days of O-L-D Crackin' the 40s with my motherfuckin' homies Me and P.U.G., we hit the strip, uh oh Sippin' on gin and juice with the flow, I'm tore I'm drinkin' like a maniac although my stomach's empty But to me and my SES gettin' ripped comes strictly A 40, I was sippin' one, 'fore I was really grippin' one I'm way too young to drink, my potna's elders get me one I sip on E&J, I thought the Hennessey was famous Pass a pint of gin and watch a nigga act like Daynas See that's a SES shot to my Crew Thang cuddie T. Love, Short and Sleep, them my alcoholic buddies Moms tellin' me to slow down, 'cause I'm always tore down She knew it was on, the first day I found out I didn't need a ID The C-O-P and gin gettin' soundin' good to me Sometime the drank make a nigga homicidal 'Cause fools they get nauseous when I come to this recital Of the Mac Mall lyrics to your dome, mayne Slam it in your box or your deck or your home, mayne So don't trip if it slip 'cause you know it's on hit So watch these niggas tighten up on they bitch, when I come like this You can't get with me, even if I was tipsy I blast Handsome Town, as if my name was Filthy Phil But on the real, sucker, take a dose Of the pimpin' ass player that's sessin' the most And I'm the nigga that the tricks be hatin' 'Cause I act a motherfuckin' fool, when I'm dankin' and drankin' (And drankin') [Chorus] I know you got some money on the dank, nigga I know you got some money on the dank, nigga I know you got some money on the dank, nigga What's up? Motherfucker, fire up [Verse 3] Dankin' and drankin', a real cool thang that I love to do With my crew, I got no time to be trippin' off fools Who love to run up when they alcohol level way too high That shit ain't fly, yeah, that's how fools die But niggas still drink and drain go off a little quicker Steady gettin' courage from the liquor But I know the next we gon' be homies Yeah, I got drank in my system, so is it gettin' kinda lonely? So if you see me, creepin' through the Crest land Fire up, 'cause I'm lookin' for the doja man Smokin' on dry, me love to get high Me fuck with the dank 'til the day that me die Love E&J and doja, call me, man, I'm sober The drank make me want to put a fool in a coma Fuck with the dank 'cause it keeps me kinda peaceful Fire up with Big John, get dank with DJ Cee, so Drank got me sprung, dank got me hooked Me live in the Crest with the playas and crooks Much love to young Dubee, and Mac D-R-E Strictly dankin' and drankin' got me feelin' irie You know what I'm sayin'? Haha That's that doja, that's that doja, mayne [Chorus] I know you got some money on the dank, nigga I know you got some money on the dank, nigga I know you got some money on the dank, nigga What's up? Fire up I know you got some money on the dank, nigga I know you got some money on the dank, nigga I know you got some money on the dank, nigga What's up? Motherfucker, fire up [Outro] The doja, hey, the doja