Hey yo, Pooh Man get your together For this song, man Ant man, I fire up this dank first I ain't fuckin with till I hit the dank Man, you motherfucker
Hey kid man, bring me the lighter man, fuck Fuck what he talkin about, I to hit the dank Shit, man it, I ain't fuckin with that shit
All my partners out there know time it is up that dank, you know what I'm sayin? be fucked, man Man, that shit stanks, man
Man, y'all be motherfuckers, man Yah, it stanks but cool partna that shit, hey, lets do this Ant Fuck, what you talkin about, do this Alright fuck it, do it, hey, what am I
the top, hit the block Beat slammin, man, the cops The drops stayin, on gold kicks Pull to the side and get with a fresh
A young tender, in Guess A fat booty and some big ass Her name is Tina, my Pooh Yeah, time to fuck, man, I thought you knew
to the tail, dick hard as a rock I'm fiendin for her, I got that cock dog dank, Im high as fuck Time to easyated and get sucked
was a young ass freak Start suckin on my balls and my got weak Nutted in the throat, she get with it Took it out her mouth and herself with it
It ain't the best Ive ever had but baby, good I can't wait to the boys in the hood It's time to take her home, her stanks But you can't smell it when fuckin wit dank
Fuckin wit dank, wit dank, fuckin wit dank (Yah baby, I ya) Fuckin wit dank, wit dank, fuckin wit dank (With Ant Banks, yo) Fuckin' wit dank, wit dank, fuckin wit dank (Seven Deuce) Hey Pooh, it
Hopped in the shell, hit the I got the monkeys and Im for cock Thought about a bitch I had the way Grabbed her on the phone, "Is it today?"
started mumblin, finally said maybe Let a ho a tone, "Alright then, baby" Click, hung up on the Thought about Pinkey, ho from last week
Seems like Im calling from all across the nation All you can be on the administration Fire up so mo' dank, look mo' Man, I gotta find me a ass ho
I'm tired of a bitch who suck dick I need some head and I mean hella Yeah, I got it This bitch named is a potent shit
But befo' I got, I need gas in my a car need petrol, Pooh need dank
Fuckin wit dank, wit dank, fuckin wit dank (Yah baby, I ya) wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit dank (With Ant Banks, yo) Fuckin' wit dank, fucking wit dank, wit dank (Seven Deuce) Pooh, again, boy
Fool, snort hop, some snort Fire up the indo and kick back With a or maybe the fellas Oh what a feelin, man, I tell ya
George, Jon Jon, the damn crew Fire up the for MC Pooh To the partners the park, Joe Ray and Budd the shit, man, where's the bud?
Seminary, dat and Choke it or smoke it, man, it ain't no 98th and Walnut, the dank? I'm gonna smoke this shit until my damn stanks
Hub, Glen, and Beave I ain't talking, man, you got weed Ron, Boo, my Frog Old partnas from juvenile hall
I got the gin and juice, and gas in my But the day ain't shit an ace of dank
wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit dank (Yah baby, I ya) Fuckin wit dank, fucking wit dank, wit dank (With Ant Banks, yo) Fuckin' wit dank, fucking wit dank, wit dank (Seven Deuce)
Hey yo Pooh, pass the dank, the gin and the So I can get and produce Some shit and Ant Banks'll get fucked up And make your shit sound
So, get with this hit that youre to I made it, bitch, and it's you Into the mood, you suck my dick You know it and get wit it
Wet dem lips and you better be Serve my dick like a mothafuckin And that's to the motha From a brotha with a big ass dick, bitch,
It has been made by bad ass Banks MC Pooh and the Deuce and big Bruce comin straight
Fuckin wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit (Yah baby, I ya) Fuckin wit dank, wit dank, fuckin wit dank (With Ant Banks, yo) Fuckin' wit dank, wit dank, fuckin wit dank (Seven Deuce)
Fuckin wit dank, wit dank, fuckin wit dank (Yah baby, I ya) Fuckin wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit (With Ant Banks, yo) Fuckin' wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit (Seven Deuce)
Fuckin wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit (Yah baby, I ya) Fuckin wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit (With Ant Banks, yo) Fuckin' wit dank, wit dank, fuckin wit dank (Seven Deuce) ...