[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
Tell me where the weed at
I got bad nerves, so I need that
Fire shit, can't get no high shit
Type of shit got me coughin' soon as I light this shit
Puff, puff give
No nigga, roll up your own shit
I'm a certified pothead
So you never got that ass while my eyes red
Cali weed got me higher than a forklift
But you know my heart beat that New York shit
Fuck liftin' weights all I smoke is strong
Put a towel by the door, cover the smoke alarm (Mr. Weedman)
Yeah, 'cause I ain't tryna get kicked out
I pay a extra 200 for smokin' this bitch out
Buy it by the pound, smoke it by the zip
Smoke it to the roach, I don't need no clips

[Chorus]
Hey Mr. Weedman
I say what have you got to smoke?
I need a good drip, throw the crip, plus fire ass shit
A good weed that will make me choke
Hey Mr. Weedman
I say what have you got to smoke?
I need a good drip, throw the crip, plus fire ass shit
A good weed that will make me choke
Hey Mr. Weedman
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