 Ohhhhhhhhhh.. (exhale)
Can I get you on film doing that?
What? No, no, not on film
We'll get a f'ing court case
...put it on YouTube...
Don't put anything like this on YouTube
Who's got the weed?
I got the weed
Who's got the weed?
I got the weed
My momma always used to say,
Hey G, baby, don't smoke the reefer
It will make you lazy
I really should have listened
cause she might have saved me,
but I was too young and I was too, too crazy
but I got so much love for my mother
but still I praise the j, then I pass it to a brother
cause a friend for me, is a friend indeed
and I got plenty of friends that smoke a lotta weed
no seeds, I roll the herb in a cone like a tornado
pass around a circle real fast, like a hot potato
and then i feel my fingers grip, reality start to slip
the joint is now a roach cause i just had a huge hit
of the carba vapors... vapors vapors vapors.... vapors vapors [cough]
and I'm singing
Who's got the weed?
I got the weed
Who's got the weed?
I got the weed
Hit that Pharcyde crew see, yeah you know they smoke a lot
sip Henny, living with skinnies
I know they poke a lot
I know they got pot in japan
by some bobo cops and ... like flo-jo
I know he smoke that hydroponic chronic on the low go
and skimpy claimin' sober but I know he wanna go-go ... graduated from being fair to being wasted
tastin' life that you never tasted
wheres the big party, just a little bit more than average,
caps, stems, lettuce and cabbage
I know they got the papers so that we can cast the vapors,
freestyle, awake the neighbors, I know he wont forsake us
pick up some dirt, put em work like undertakers
if they don't, then just break 'em off, they gotta bake
makes you humble for the pot, I know he's accustomed to the cake
come on, lets listen to some six-pack of crumbs and shake
Who's got the weed?
I got the weed (look at his eyes!)
Who's got the weed?
I got the weed (his eyes are allll crazy)
I got the crip, crip
I keep it next to my hip
I'm going to the airport, I'm going on a trip
I hope I don't get slipped by the feds
cause I got this ounce of buddah right down my leg
yo, its not cool!
It's stinking up the whole damn row,
The stewardess is lookin' at me, and I think that she knows
I try spraying my body down with all this cologne,
but the stench is creeping into the front row,
It's just the homegrown from the backyard,
keep it in my pocket if I go to the bar
So if you wanna hit, just buy me a drink
and don't worry, I got more of that funky green shit
Wanna smoke this?
I dont know...
Lets not get out of hand with this now... haha
And I'm singing
Who's got the weed?
I got the weed (look at them eyes, man)
Who's got the weed?
I got the weed
And I'm singing
Who's got the weed?
I got the weed... (I got it)
Who's got the weed?
I got the weed
Hey man, talk to me man
What? Huh? What?
What were we just...
What were we just talking about?
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