| Who’s got the weed? |
| I got the weed
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| Who’s got the weed? |
| I got the weed, I got the weed
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| My momma always used to say
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| Hey G, baby don’t smoke the reefer it will make you lazy
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| I really should have listened 'cause she might have saved me
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| But I was too young and I was too, too crazy
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| But I got so much love for my mother
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| But still I praise the J, then I pass it to a brother
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| 'Cause a friend for me, is a friend indeed
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| And I got plenty of friends that smoked a lotta weed
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| No seeds, I roll the herb in a cone like a tornado
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| Pass around a circle real fast like a hot potato
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| And then I feel my fingers grip, reality start to slip
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| The joint is now a roach 'cause I just had a huge hit
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| Of the carba vapors, vapors, vapors, vapors, vapors, vapors
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| Vapors, vapors, vapors and I’m singing
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| Who’s got the weed? |
| I got the weed
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| Who’s got the weed? |
| I got the weed, I got the weed
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| Hit that far crew see, yeah you know they smoke a lot
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| Sip Henny, dipping with skinnies, I know they poke a lot
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| I know they got popped in Japan by some robocops
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| And lip looks like some hobo but his flows is tight like Flo Jo
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| I know he smoke that hydroponic chronic on the low go
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| And skimpy claimin' sober but I know he wanna go go
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| Graduated from being fair to being wasted
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| Tastin' life that you never tasted
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| Where’s the big party, just a little bit more than average
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| Caps, stems, lettuce and cabbage
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| I know they got the papers so that we can cast the vapors
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| Freestyle, awake the neighbors, I know he won’t forsake us
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| Pick up some dirt, put 'em work like undertakers
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| If they don’t then just break 'em off, they gotta bake
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| Ain’t too humble for the pot, I know he’s accustomed to the cake
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| Lets listen to some breaks, pack the crumbs and the shake
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| Who’s got the weed? |
| I got the weed
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| Who’s got the weed? |
| I got the weed
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| I got a grip of crip, I keep it next to my hip
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| I’m going to the airport, I’m going on a trip
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| I hope I don’t get slipped by the feds
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| 'Cause I got this ounce of buddah right down my leg
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| Yo, it’s not cool, it’s stinking up the whole damn row
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| The stewardess is lookin' at me and I think that she knows
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| I try spraying my body down with all this cologne
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| But the stench is creeping into the front row
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| It’s just the homegrown from the backyard
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| Keep it in my pocket if I go to the bar
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| So if you wanna hit just buy me a drink
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| And don’t worry I got more of that funky green shh
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| And I’m singing
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| Who’s got the weed? |
| I got the weed
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| Who’s got the weed? |
| I got the weed
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| And I’m singing
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| Who’s got the weed? |
| I got the weed
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| Who’s got the weed? |
| I got the weed |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who's Got The Weed, artist - G. Love & Special Sauce. Album song Superhero Brother, in the genre Иностранный рок