Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Did You Get The Dank (Featuring Rappin' 4-Tay), artist - Rappin' 4-Tay. Album song Playaz N The Game, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1993
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Get Low
Song language: English
Did You Get The Dank (Featuring Rappin' 4-Tay) |
Did you get the dank? |
Did you get the dank dank? |
Yeah, I got the dank |
You got the gas on the tank tank? |
Did you get the dank? |
Did you get the dank dank? |
Nigga, you don’t fade, you don’t smoke |
Did you get the dank? |
Did you get the dank dank? |
Yeah, I got the dank |
You got the gas on the tank? |
Did you get the dank? |
Did you get the dank? |
Nigga, you don’t fade, you don’t smoke |
Yeah, I’m gon' fade ‘cause I got the fat blunt |
Cerwin Vega, baby, going one on one |
Strikin' 580, headed to the funky Bay |
Gots to get my J card, scan another fat stack of posters |
I need to roast another spliff |
But I can’t smoke a spliff because my boy got the shit |
Now I’m just rolling in a bucket with an empty blunt |
Waiting on a page from my homie ‘cause he got the gun |
Did I say gun? |
I meant to say bomb |
Went to the spot, jumped in the drop, sticky green dank in my palm |
Tree, for me, is what you need to know |
‘Cause I don’t give a damn when I’m puffin' on some indio |
So don’t ya front when we get to the bank |
I’ma ask you one time: did you get the dank? |
And if you got the dank, you was cool |
But if you didn’t get the dank, you best’a go back to school |
Did you get the dank? |
Did you get the dank? |
Yeah, I got the dank |
You got the gas on the tank tank? |
Did you get the dank? |
Did you get the dank dank? |
Nigga, you don’t fade, you don’t smoke |
Did you get the dank? |
Did you get the dank? |
Yeah, I got the dank |
You got the gas on the tank? |
Did you get the dank? |
Did you get the dank? |
Nigga, you don’t fade, you don’t smoke |
I got the gas on the tank, so fuck it |
I’m rolling me up some chronic with my nigga, so what’s up with it? |
Twist me up a fat one even though we just smoked one |
And we takin' it to the liquor store to grab us some cold ones |
‘Cause J, I got the dank, we got the bank, you got the strap? |
‘Cause ain’t no tellin' when niggas be dwellin' and willin' to bust a cap |
Keep your composure off the doja, my vision’s double exposure |
From huffin' and puffin' and passin' the stuff and I got the shit, I told ya |
We could twist a 20 sack, a eighth or twist a quarter |
Cut the blunt in the middle and place the shit and that’ll hold ya |
And if the 40 don’t get ya, the other blunt’ll hit ya |
So pass the muthafucka ‘cause you know the 4 is wit’cha |
Damn, we do this often, that indo got me coughin' |
And laughin' off that Miller Draft and homie snortin' soft and |
Highway 101, here we come, we comin' sick |
Always drivin', 41-fivin', you know we got the shit |
Bumpin' it in the trunk and every time I smell that skunk, I pull a stunt |
And grab a blunt, I ain’t no punk, blaze another one (another one) |
And if you got the dank, you’s a G |
And if you didn’t, nigga, how you gon' kick it with me? |
Did you get the dank? |
Did you get the dank? |
Yeah, I got the dank |
You got the gas on the tank tank? |
Did you get the dank? |
Did you get the dank? |
Nigga, you don’t fade, you don’t smoke |
Now when you’re puffin' on dank, and you’re drankin' on drank |
And you’re headed to the party and you’re low on your tank |
Got your zags and your vega on your keyholder |
And the nigga in the back is a freeloader |
No way that you hopped in my shit and you pop at them chicks |
And you puffed up so quick, now you can’t cough up them grits |
Checked your mail on the first, it ain’t no need here to curse |
Just go and give up my money, mayne, before worst things comes to worse |
‘Cause everybody else is gone, it’s a long, long way from home |
So you better give up that cash or drop your ass over by that phone |
‘Cause niggas always play the broke role |
But, man, out on the streets, mayne, it’s so cold |
So when your ducats in your pocket, don’t try to lock it |
‘Cause the drank’ll you’re your ass outer space like a rocket |
So don’t ya front when we get to the bank |
I’ma ask you one time, nigga: did you get the dank? |
Did you get the dank? |
Did you get the dank? |
Yeah, I got the dank |
You got the gas on the tank? |
Did you get the dank? |
Did you get the dank? |
Nigga, you don’t fade, you don’t smoke |
Did you get the dank? |
Did you get the dank? |
Yeah, I got the dank |
You got the gas on the tank? |
Did you get the dank? |
Did you get the dank? |
Nigga, you don’t fade, you don’t smoke |