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Who's got the weed? |
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I got the weed |
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Who's got the weed? |
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I got the weed, |
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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 |
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I was too, too crazy |
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But I got so much love for my mother |
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But still |
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I praise the |
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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, |
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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 |
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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 |
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I'm singing |
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Who's got the weed? |
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I got the weed |
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Who's got the weed? |
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I got the weed, |
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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, |
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I know they poke a lot |
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I know they got popped in |
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Japan by some robocops |
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And lip looks like some hobo but his flows is tight like |
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Flo JoI know he smoke that hydroponic chronic on the low go |
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And skimpy claimin' sober but |
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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, |
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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, |
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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? |
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I got the weed |
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Who's got the weed? |
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I got the weed |
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I got a grip of crip, |
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I keep it next to my hip |
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I'm going to the airport, |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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? |
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I got the weed |
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Who's got the weed? |
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I got the weed |
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And I'm singing |
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Who's got the weed? |
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I got the weed |
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Who's got the weed? |
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I got the weed |
