Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Give Me No Bammer Weed , by - RBL Posse. Release date: 06.01.1992
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Don't Give Me No Bammer Weed |
| 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 |
| 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 give me no bammer weed |
| (Get with the program) (Just smoke that dank) |
| We don’t smoke that shit in the SFC |