$$ On Da Dank - Mac Mall

Take a big hit, straight to your lungs

A fat spliff, but nigga can you fuck with one?

It’s the dank, the shit that have a nigga daze-y

Kinda hazy, you know, straight crazy

I got some raps and a track that I could flow to

I need some dank and I know who I can go to

To my potna, the one with the fat sacks

I get a personal pack and then I’m at that

It ain’t that I’m addicted on it

But the way it have me bein' just make me want it

You know a nigga gots to give his props to the alcohol

But the dank is the shit for young Mac Mall

Or maybe it’s the fuckin' dog in me

That make grab a pack of zags and MD 20/20

Nah, I better switch that to gin

‘Cause once that I get in she gon' wish I never been

But see, I guess it’s just a side effect

When you smokin' on the dank wit' my tape in ya deck

It’s like that when I’m full of marijuana, ‘cause I’mma

Make ya bitch feel way hotter than a sauna

Full of the dank, the Taylor, the zesty

Puffin' on the dank in the Crest is where the best be, see

It’s a muthafuckin' family thang, and that’s how we hang

‘Cause even Kool had a muthafuckin' gang

Tell me that, I’m slammin' in ya car again

Smokin' dank just like a fuckin' Rastafarian

Kick back, playa, hear what I’m sayin'

Because can’t nathan stop me, mane, when I’m dankin' and drankin'

I know you got some money on the dank, nigga (3x)

What’s up?

Fire up

I know you got some money on the dank, nigga (3x)

What’s up?

Muthafucka, fire up

I been a chronic alcoholic since the days of O-L-D

Crackin' the 40s wit my muthafuckin' homies

Me and P.U.G, we hit the strip, uh oh

Sippin' on gin and juice with the flow, I’m tore

I’m drinkin' like a maniac although my stomach’s empty

But to me and my SES gettin' ripped comes strictly

A 40, I was sippin' one, ‘fore I was really grippin' one

I’m way too young to drink, my potnas elders get me one

I sip on E&J, I thought the Hennessey was famous

Pass a pint of gin and watch a nigga act like Dayness

See that’s a SES shot to my Crew Thang cuddie

T. Love, Short and Sleep, them my alcoholic buddies

Moms tellin' me to slow down, ‘cause I’m always tore down

She knew it was on, the first day I found out I didn’t need a ID

The C-O-P and gin gettin' soundin' good to me

Sometime the drank make a nigga homicidal

‘Cause fools they get nauseous when I come to this recital

Of the Mac Mall lyrics to your dome, mane

Slam it in your box or your deck or your home, mane

So don’t trip if it slip ‘cause you know it’s on hit

So watch these niggas tighten up on they bitch, when I come like this

You can’t get with me, even if I was tipsy

I blast Handsome Town, as if my name was Filthy Phil

But on the real, sucka, take a dose

Of the pimpin' ass playa that’s sessin' the most

And I’m the nigga that the tricks be hatin'

‘Cause I act a muthafuckin' fool, when I’m dankin' and drankin'

Dankin' and drankin', a real cool thang that I love to do

With my crew, I got no time to be trippin' off fools

Who love to run up when they alcohol level way too high

That shit ain’t fly, yeah, that’s how fools die

But niggas still drink and drain go off a little quicker

Steady getting courage from the liquor

But I know the next we gon' be homies

Yeah, I got drank in my system, so is it gettin' kinda lonely?

So if you see me, creepin' through the Crest land

Fire up, ‘cause I’m lookin' for the doja man

Smokin' on dry, me love to get high

Me fuck with the dank ‘til the day that me die

Love E&J and doja, call me, man, I’m sober

The drank make me want to put a fool in a coma

Fuck with the dank ‘cause it keeps me kinda peaceful

Fire up with Big John, get dank with DJ Cee, so

Drank got me sprung, dank got me hooked

Me live in the Crest with the playas and crooks

Much love to young Dubee, and Mac D-R-E

Strictly dankin' and drankin' got me feelin' irie