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Master P - I Got That Dank Lyrics



Master P - I Got That Dank Lyrics




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 f*cking piggety P
See I be ballin' ballin' ballin' through the Richtown
she got the gat some motherf*ckers 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 motherf*cking 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
Motherf*ckers 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 f*cking seven seas
Chronic sack and I'm f*cked with the indo
you ain't down with the mob, you out the window
It's a drought so we ain't sharing our f*cking 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 f*ck 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 f*cking piggety P
See I be ballin' ballin' ballin' through the Richtown
she got the gat some motherf*ckers 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 motherf*cking 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
Motherf*ckers 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 f*cking seven seas
Chronic sack and I'm f*cked with the indo
you ain't down with the mob, you out the window
It's a drought so we ain't sharing our f*cking 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 f*ck 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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