Who's Got The Weed Lyrics - Superhero Brother - 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