Hey yo, Pooh Man get your lyrics For next 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 man, fuck that Fuck what he about, I fresh to hit the dank Shit, man it, I ain't fuckin with that shit
All my partners out there what time it is Fire up that dank, you what I'm sayin? be fucked, man Man, shit hella stanks, man
Man, be stupid motherfuckers, man Yah, it stanks but it's cool Fuck that shit, hey, do this Ant Fuck, what you talkin about, do this Alright it, do it, hey, what am I doin?
the top, hit the block Beat slammin, man, fuck the The drops stayin, on gold kicks Pull to the side and get a fresh bitch
A young tender, in Guess A fat and some big ass breasts Her is Tina, my names Pooh Yeah, it's time to fuck, man, I thought you
Straight to the tail, dick as a rock I'm fiendin for her, I got that cock Mine dog dank, Im high as to easyated and straight get sucked
Tina was a young ass Start suckin on my balls and my got weak Nutted in the throat, she get with it it out her mouth and slapped herself with it
It ain't the best Ive ever had but baby, youre I can't wait to tell the in the hood It's time to take her home, her stanks But you can't it when youre fuckin wit dank
Fuckin wit dank, fucking wit dank, wit dank (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) Hey Pooh, it
in the shell, hit the spot I got the monkeys and Im fiendin for about a bitch I had around the way Grabbed her on the phone, "Is it today?"
Bitch mumblin, finally said maybe Let a ho a tone, "Alright then, baby" Click, up on the freak Thought Pinkey, this ho from last week
Seems like Im calling girls from all the nation All you girls can be on the Fire up so mo' dank, some mo' Man, I gotta find me a ass ho
I'm tired of a bitch who won't suck I some head and I mean hella quick Yeah, I got it bitch named Monesha is a potent shit
But befo' I got, I need gas in my Like a car need petrol, Pooh dank
Fuckin wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit (Yah baby, I ya) wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit dank (With Ant Banks, yo) Fuckin' wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit (Seven Deuce) Pooh, again, boy
Fool, snort hop, some crack Fire up the and straight kick back With a bitch or maybe the Oh a feelin, yeah man, I tell ya
George, Jon Jon, the whole damn up the dank for MC Pooh To the from the park, Joe Ray and Budd Indo's the shit, man, where's the
Seminary, dat and it or smoke it, man, it ain't no thang 98th and Walnut, the dank? I'm gonna this shit until my damn breath stanks
Hub, Glen, Shawn and I ain't talking, man, you got weed Ron, Boo, my Frog Old school partnas from juvenile
I got the gin and juice, and gas in my But the day ain't shit an ace of dank
Fuckin wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit (Yah baby, I ya) Fuckin wit dank, wit dank, fuckin wit dank (With Ant Banks, yo) wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit dank (Seven Deuce)
Hey yo Pooh, the dank, the gin and the juice So I can get loose and Some gansta shit and Ant get fucked up And make shit sound legit
So, get this hit that youre listening to I it, bitch, and it's gettin you Into the mood, you wanna my dick You know it and get wit it
Wet dem and you better be great Serve my dick like a mothafuckin And word to the motha From a with a big ass dick, bitch, anotha
It has been made by bad ass Anthony MC Pooh and the Deuce and big comin through straight
Fuckin wit dank, fucking wit dank, wit dank (Yah baby, I ya) Fuckin wit dank, fucking wit dank, wit dank (With Ant Banks, yo) Fuckin' wit dank, wit dank, fuckin wit dank (Seven Deuce)
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)
wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit dank (Yah baby, I ya) Fuckin wit dank, wit dank, fuckin wit dank (With Ant Banks, yo) wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit dank (Seven Deuce) ...