Who's Got The Weed - G. Love & Special Sauce

Who’s got the weed?

I got the weed

Who’s got the weed?

I 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 smoked 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

Vapors, vapors, vapors and I’m singing

Who’s got the weed?

I got the weed

Who’s got the weed?

I got the weed, I got the weed

Hit that far crew see, yeah you know they smoke a lot

Sip Henny, dipping with skinnies, I know they poke a lot

I know they got popped in Japan by some robocops

And lip looks like some hobo but his flows is tight 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

Where’s 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 won’t forsake us

Pick up some dirt, put 'em work like undertakers

If they don’t then just break 'em off, they gotta bake

Ain’t too humble for the pot, I know he’s accustomed to the cake

Lets listen to some breaks, pack the crumbs and the shake

Who’s got the weed?

I got the weed

Who’s got the weed?

I got the weed

I got a grip of 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, it’s 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 shh

And I’m singing

Who’s got the weed?

I got the weed

Who’s got the weed?

I got the weed

And I’m singing

Who’s got the weed?

I got the weed

Who’s got the weed?

I got the weed