[Intro: Black C & Mr. Cee]
Ayy, Mr. Cee, What's up n***a, you got 5 dollars on this gram?
Yeah, n***a, you know I'm fadin'!
Alright then, let's bounce to Cashmere
Alright
Ayy, what's up n***a? Ayy, who got weed?
Ayy, what you need?
Man I need that dank right, straight right, I can't fuck with none of that light, that shit that float
Man, all I hear is bammer

[Chorus: Black C]
Don't gimme no bammer weed (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
We don't smoke that shit in the SFC (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
Don't gimme no bammer weed (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
We don't smoke that shit in the SFC (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
Don't gimme no bammer weed (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
We don't smoke that shit in the SFC (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
Don't gimme no bammer weed (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
We don't smoke that shit in the SFC (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)

[Verse 1: Mr. Cee]
Three, two, one, coming in with a bang
It's two dark-skinned n***as, not a motherfuckin' 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 (Program)
Can't you see bammer ain't nothin' but a scam?
A 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 n***a)
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 n***as 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
[Chorus: Black C]
Don't gimme no bammer weed (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
We don't smoke that shit in the SFC (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
Don't gimme no bammer weed (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
We don't smoke that shit in the SFC (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
Don't gimme no bammer weed (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
We don't smoke that shit in the SFC (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
Don't gimme no bammer weed (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
We don't smoke that shit in the SFC (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)

[Verse 2: Black C & Mr. Cee]
Don't give me no bammer joint
It's the Black C, n***a, gettin' straight to the point
I was chillin' outside on a hot day
It was me and my n***as, 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 n***as pitched in
Let's go to the store so I can get some gin
Oh no, straight Henn-dog on mine
With a little dab of Coke and a n***a doin' fine
So now we got a nitro
We up, yeah, let's go get the indo
In four deep we creep
It's about to be a party in the 5.0 Jeep
N***a straight checkin' the mirror
One n***a in the back had a St. Ides beer
Hurlin' like fuck in my backseat
I made him buy five grams and clean up the mess, G
Straight Henn-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 n***a or a pipe full of indo
I like nothin' but the real McCoy
Straight dank, fuck a bammer joint
[Chorus: Black C]
Don't gimme no bammer weed (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
We don't smoke that shit in the SFC (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
Don't gimme no bammer weed (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
We don't smoke that shit in the SFC (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
Don't gimme no bammer weed (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
We don't smoke that shit in the SFC (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
Don't gimme no bammer weed (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
We don't smoke that shit in the SFC (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)

[Verse 3: Black C & Mr. Cee]
Is it gold, is it green, is it brown? (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
N***as 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 n***as to fade
Find a cut, or 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
N***as 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
[Chorus: Black C]
Don't gimme no bammer weed (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
We don't smoke that shit in the SFC (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
Don't gimme no bammer weed (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
We don't smoke that shit in the SFC (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
Don't gimme no bammer weed (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
We don't smoke that shit in the SFC (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
Don't gimme no bammer weed (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
We don't smoke that shit in the SFC (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)

[Verse 4: Mr. Cee]
Once again it's the muthafuckin Mr. Cee
From Harbor Road, G
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
N***as always sayin' smoke that bammer
But what's that word by MC Hammer?
Shit, it ain't 'proper'
The n***a 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 n***a 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 ho
But don't open that door and let the contact blow
N***a say that while rollin' in a ride
At the same time, listen to the bassline
By T.C and my n***a 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 n***as
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

[Chorus: Black C]
Don't gimme no bammer weed (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
We don't smoke that shit in the SFC (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
Don't gimme no bammer weed (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
We don't smoke that shit in the SFC (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
Don't gimme no bammer weed (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
We don't smoke that shit in the SFC (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
Don't gimme no bammer weed (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)
We don't smoke that shit in the SFC (Get with the program, just smoke that dank)