Where's The Weed At?

[Hook] Where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at? It's in my backpack , but you can't touch that Where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at? I need to take a rip , quick, tell me where the weed's at Where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at? You know I'm holding, always knowing where the weed's at So where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at? Somebody's gotta know where the muthafuckin weed's at [Verse 1 - Daddy X] It’s harvest time I’m in my prime blowing hella smoke I got the mountain side growing going out for broke We got them hillsides saturated Koast II Koast I got a sack in my sock and an ounce in my coat I got a fat blunt in the case of my guitar I got the flavor of the month chilling in a jar I got that white house garden presidential suite I got that NASA spaceship THC I got some weed in my garage, under my bathroom sink It’s in my icebox, living room by my TV I got a nug on my desk, and in my dresser drawer And when I’m rolling low my hidden stash is in the floor Further more I got some back-up underneath the stairs On a airplane flight I’m stashed down in my underwear Wrapped in my sweaty balls, that’s why I’m flying high You wanna take a lick trick, taste the good life? [Hook] [Verse 2 - Johnny Richter] Want to know where the weed’s at? Well I’ll give you a hint Just follow the scent rising out of my tint Or flowing out of the vents in a Linc’ Continent’ Or my drop Cadillac ‘cause I done did it again I packed a blunt in the wind I’m leaving holding my lid I only need five pounds but fucking call and get ten Getting control of those ends, blowing smoke like the wind I’m back to rolling in my bus, don’t even let me begin ‘Cause when I’m in it I’m in but when I’m out it I’m out These cats I knew from back when still got it popping no doubt I call a fifty a fin and the lair is my house My number one rule there’s don’t show up unannounced Ya gotta call before you roll through, get the all cool I might be like, wait up yo I’ll call you Cause no one knows what Johnny Richter’s got crackin But when it’s crackin’ you can tell ‘cause I pick up like “what’s crackin?’ And you ask [Hook] [Verse 3 - D-Loc] I got the bomb weeds you know I’m blowing hella tokes I got the good shit that leave you laid up on the floor I got them krypt nugs I got them big sacks I got the type a bud that kicks you in your fucking ass I got the type a weed that make you want to bug out Without a doubt the type o shit that get you drugged out We getting supa high We getting supa ripped We putting it down for all the weed smoking cliques So where’s the weed at I need to roll a blunt Pull that shit back, fill it up, don’t front, lick it up, stick it, burn it Smoke it to the butt, finish that shit then roll another one up so [Hook]