Don't Give Me No Bammer Weed - RBL Posse

Don’t give me no bammer weed

(Get with the program) (Just smoke that dank)

We don’t smoke that shit in the SFC

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 scam

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 give me no bammer weed

(Get with the program) (Just smoke that dank)

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 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 four 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, G

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 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 give me no bammer weed

(Get with the program) (Just smoke that dank)

We don’t smoke that shit in the SFC

Is it gold, is it green, is it 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, and 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 give me no bammer weed

(Get with the program) (Just smoke that dank)

We don’t smoke that shit in the SFC

Once again it’s the muthafuckin Mr. Cee

From Harbor Road, gee

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 hoe

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

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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 give me no bammer weed

(Get with the program) (Just smoke that dank)

We don’t smoke that shit in the SFC