| Where’s the weed at?, yo, where’s the weed at?
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| It’s in my backpack, but you can’t touch that
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| Where’s the weed at?, yo, where’s the weed at?
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| I need to take a rip, quick, tell me where the weed’s at
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| Where’s the weed at?, yo, where’s the weed at?
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| You know I’m holding, always knowing where the weed’s at
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| So where’s the weed at?, yo, where’s the weed at?
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| Somebody’s gotta know where the muthafuckin weed’s at
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| It’s harvest time I’m in my prime blowing hella smoke
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| I got the mountain side growing going out for broke
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| We got them hillsides saturated Koast II Koast
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| I got a sack in my sock and an ounce in my coat
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| I got a fat blunt in the case of my guitar
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| I got the flavor of the month chilling in a jar
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| I got that white house garden presidential suite
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| I got that NASA spaceship THC
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| I got some weed in my garage, under my bathroom sink
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| It’s in my icebox, living room by my TV
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| I got a nug on my desk, and in my dresser drawer
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| And when I’m rolling low my hidden stash is in the floor
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| Further more I got some back-up underneath the stairs
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| On a airplane flight I’m stashed down in my underwear
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| Wrapped in my sweaty balls, that’s why I’m flying high
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| You wanna take a lick trick, taste the good life?
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| Want to know where the weed’s at? |
| Well I’ll give you a hint
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| Just follow the scent rising out of my tint
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| Or flowing out of the vents in a Linc' Continent'
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| Or my drop Cadillac ‘cause I done did it again
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| I packed a blunt in the wind I’m leaving holding my lid
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| I only need five pounds but fucking call and get ten
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| Getting control of those ends, blowing smoke like the wind
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| I’m back to rolling in my bus, don’t even let me begin
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| ‘Cause when I’m in it I’m in but when I’m out it I’m out
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| These cats I knew from back when still got it popping no doubt
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| I call a fifty a fin and the lair is my house
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| My number one rule there’s don’t show up unannounced
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| Ya gotta call before you roll through, get the all cool
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| I might be like, wait up yo I’ll call you
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| Cause no one knows what Johnny Richter’s got crackin
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| But when it’s crackin' you can tell ‘cause I pick up like «what's crackin?'
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| And you ask
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| I got the bomb weeds you know I’m blowing hella tokes
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| I got the good shit that leave you laid up on the floor
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| I got them krypt nugs I got them big sacks
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| I got the type a bud that kicks you in your fucking ass
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| I got the type a weed that make you want to bug out
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| Without a doubt the type o shit that get you drugged out
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| We getting supa high
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| We getting supa ripped
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| We putting it down for all the weed smoking cliques
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| So where’s the weed at I need to roll a blunt
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| Pull that shit back, fill it up, don’t front, lick it up, stick it, burn it
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| Smoke it to the butt, finish that shit then roll another one up so |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Where's the Weed At? , by - Kottonmouth Kings. Song from the album Most Wanted Highs, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп