go half on a bag of dank whatever ya want whatever ya need fool I got it well lets go half on a bag of dank Lets meet my homie that fool got hella weed
your hood with my mug on call me master p or call me Al Capone a nigga with no heart I was born in the ghetto, homeless in a shopping cart pushed up
from the land of the O-A-K and now listen to Ral, ruler of the bay no matter where you at, be it rain or snow on a motel floor with a front row hoe
I'm hooked on phonics (Chorus) Whatever you want whatever you need fool I got it Well lets go 1/2 on a bag of dank Verse 2 Just paged my homie that
straight from the land of the O-A-K and now listen to Ral, ruler of the bay no matter where you at, be it rain or snow on a motel floor with a front row
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
for drinks Smoke-aholic on that weed, locked on Tony to a P Wanna throw my funk some more man in this bitch big DE-A-D I-B-N be kitchen drains, on the
a foo who was down with the proven, I took a ride on the C-2 sell block I stay strapped with my rock in a sock waiting for a foo to come when its my way
