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Live!


Artist: 311
Genres: Rock
Total songs: 7
Year: 1998

Who's Got The Herb? Lyrics - Live! - 311

Who's Got the Herb 

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 

Whos' got the herb not thee 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 

 

Whos' 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 get the herb not thee 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 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 begining to smell like Mota and I'm down with no doubt, sing 

 

Plague my brain with no cocaine 

I don't wanna, I don't wanna go insane 

 

Every country 'round the world, 

The people smoke the herb, 

Prohibition is absurd 

The people want it 

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