Who's Got The Weed

Who's got the weed I got the weed Who's got the weed I got the weed Mamma 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 praised the jay Then I pass to it to a brother 'Cause a friend with me Is a friend indeed And I've got plenty of friends That smoked a lot of weed No seeds I roll up like a cone, like a tornado Pass around sucker We're fast like a hot potato And then I feel my fingers Grip, reality start to slip (?) Exact same of a huge hit (?) The kind of vapors Vapors...vapors...vapors That Pharcyde crew See yeah, you know they smoke alot (?) I know they poke alot I know they got popped in Japan By some global cops It looked like some herbal But it flows is tight just like Flo Jo I know he smoked that hydroponic Chronic on the low low And still be claiming its pure (?) (?) Graduated from bmv to being wasted Wasted that you never tasted Where's the big parties Just a little bit more than average Got spins, lettuce and cabbage I know they got the papers So that we can catch the vapors Freestyle, wake the neighbors I know he won't forsake us Dig up some dirt (?)like undertakers If they don't, lets break 'em off They got to be Jesus humble for the pot I know he's custom to the cake Just listen to flakes Pack the crumbs and shake (shake) Got my grab crap Keep it next to my hip I'm going to the airport I'm going on a trip I hope I don't get slip by the Feds 'Cause I got this house of Buddha Right down my leg That was not cool It is stinking up the whole damn row The stewardess is looking at me I think that she knows I tried spraying my body With all this cologne But the stench is creeping Into the front row It's just the homegrown From the backyard I keep it in my pocket If I go to the bar So if you want a hit Just buy me a drink And don't worry I've got more Of that funky green shh... Smokin'...