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Who's Got The Herb? lyrics

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     Who's Got The Herb?
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        2 for 1, 5 for 4, half ounces
    Quarter pounds, LB's and kilos
    What are we looking for?
    Sinsemilla
    What are we hoping for?
    What are we hoping for?
    Sinsemilla
    Who's got the herb? is what the young boys ask me
    Who's got the herb? and then elders tell me
    Who's got the herb? is what the young girls ask me
    Who's got the herb? knotty dread-locks
    Skunk, bud, indica
    Sativa, my reefer, la arriba
    Skunk, bud, indica
    Sativa, my reefer, la arriba
    When we roll a big one
    it feels so right
    When we smoke it in our bong
    it feels so nice
    Who's got the herb? is what the young boys ask me
    Who's got the herb? and then the elders tell me
    Who's got the herb? is what the young girls ask me
    Who's got the herb? knotty dread-locks
    Who's got the herb?
    Who's got the herb?
    Who's got the herb?
    Who's got the herb? What I'm talkin' 'bout
    Cramacaca cayaca die shocka fryaca
    From a coppa, yes I'm tellin' you
    Cramacaca cayaca, die shocka fryaca
    From a coppa
    What are we looking for?
    Sinsemilla
    What are we hoping for?
    Sinsemilla
    Here we go!
    Skunk, bud, indica
    Sativa, my reefer, my reefer
    Who's got it? Who's got the herb?
    Who's got it? Who's got the herb?
    311, whoa, whoa, whoa
    Who's got the herb?
    311's got the herb and you can't avoid that
    and ya do want your hands with a fat blunt sack
    chill with indica and guiness, steer clear of white powder
    kick it you sing it in a space, go out to play it louder
    Plague my brain with no cocaine
    I don't wanna, I don't wanna go insane
    Roll up the bones if you can affix a word to smoke it
    except for you're doomed in the morning if you bake the hills
    Oh and I get up to the sun and then I smoke out
    It's beginning to smell like Mota and I'm high with no doubt, sing
    Plague my brain with no cocaine
    I don't wanna, I don't wanna go insane
    If you want to harm the
    world then you can stop the
    herb and you can use the
    serve and use the warrant.
     
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