Текст песни: Master P - I Got That Dank

Silkk (talking) :

Let`s go to commerical break for are you chronic smokers
Now hit it for 10 and hold it for 20
(*coughs* I can`t do that fool)

Verse 1:

I`m out of dank, my 40`s halfway gone
I called my boy King up on the mobile phone
Get a bag, get a bag, of that ziggety zag
careful don`t twerk, cause them niggas smoke that giggety grass
And 5 0 run up on a nigga G
they ain`t catching niggas like the fucking piggety P
See I be ballin` ballin` ballin` through the Richtown
she got the gat some motherfuckers better lay down
Laying candy on the stripes with the giggety fold
I`m riding Dayton`s sideways `till they giggety old
to get a ounce of that motherfucking giggety stank
cause if it don`t stank, then it ain`t real dank
I got the juice, you got the juice, well pass the gin nigga
get the gauge for the jackers, show`em chrome triggers
Motherfuckers in the game straight clocking cheese
like RBL say niggas don`t smoke no damn more weed

Chorus:

You got the gin and juice, I got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, I got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, I got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, I got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, I got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, I got the dank nigga

Verse 2:

Pass me the bud, I`m on the green leaves
I wanna feel like I`m swimming the fucking seven seas
Chronic sack and I`m fucked with the indo
you ain`t down with the mob, you out the window
It`s a drought so we ain`t sharing our fucking chronic sack
put it in my brown pipe, smoke it up like crack
A head rush, better duck, once again it`s on
Master P danked out, Mr. Al Capone
with the indonesia
going up the strips with the bitches and the skeezars
Gettin` you perked up off the diggety dope
ain`t giving a fuck about the jackers and the 5 0
and most niggas get yiggety yanked
I get 3 for 2, when I buy my diggety dank
grab the gat, I need a 40, bought to get toast
sideways (sideways) to the liquor store

Chorus:

You got the gin and juice, I got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, I got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, I got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, I got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, I got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, I got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, I got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, I got the dank nigga

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Silkk (talking) :

Let`s go to commerical break for are you chronic smokers
Now hit it for 10 and hold it for 20
(*coughs* I can`t do that fool)

Verse 1:

I`m out of dank, my 40`s halfway gone
I called my boy King up on the mobile phone
Get a bag, get a bag, of that ziggety zag
careful don`t twerk, cause them niggas smoke that giggety grass
And 5 0 run up on a nigga G
they ain`t catching niggas like the fucking piggety P
See I be ballin` ballin` ballin` through the Richtown
she got the gat some motherfuckers better lay down
Laying candy on the stripes with the giggety fold
I`m riding Dayton`s sideways `till they giggety old
to get a ounce of that motherfucking giggety stank
cause if it don`t stank, then it ain`t real dank
I got the juice, you got the juice, well pass the gin nigga
get the gauge for the jackers, show`em chrome triggers
Motherfuckers in the game straight clocking cheese
like RBL say niggas don`t smoke no damn more weed

Chorus:

You got the gin and juice, I got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, I got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, I got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, I got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, I got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, I got the dank nigga

Verse 2:

Pass me the bud, I`m on the green leaves
I wanna feel like I`m swimming the fucking seven seas
Chronic sack and I`m fucked with the indo
you ain`t down with the mob, you out the window
It`s a drought so we ain`t sharing our fucking chronic sack
put it in my brown pipe, smoke it up like crack
A head rush, better duck, once again it`s on
Master P danked out, Mr. Al Capone
with the indonesia
going up the strips with the bitches and the skeezars
Gettin` you perked up off the diggety dope
ain`t giving a fuck about the jackers and the 5 0
and most niggas get yiggety yanked
I get 3 for 2, when I buy my diggety dank
grab the gat, I need a 40, bought to get toast
sideways (sideways) to the liquor store

Chorus:

You got the gin and juice, I got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, I got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, I got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, I got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, I got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, I got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, I got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, I got the dank nigga

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