[D-LOC] you know the king klick, yeah we got the bomb weed, we got the southern kali shit that make ya eyes bleed, Daddy X, D-Loc and that boy Johnny Richter, B-Dub, big pak, lou, munchyz the heavy hitter
[Hook] (Richter) where's the weed at? yo, where's the weed at? (Daddy-X) it's in my backpack , but you can't touch that (Richter) 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? (Daddy-X) you know I'm holding, always knowing where the weed's at (Richter) so where's the weed at? yo, where's the weed at? (D-Loc) somebody's gotta know where the muthafuckin' weed's at
[Verse 1 - Daddy X] it's on this time, in my prime blowin hella smoke I got the mountain side growing going out for broke we got them hillside's saturated Koast II Koast I got a sack in my sock, an ounce in my coat I got a fat blunt in the case of my guitar I got the flavor of the month chillin in the jar i got that Whitehouse buying presidential suite I got that NASA spaceship THC I got some weed in my garage and in my bathroom sink it's in my hidingspot living room by my TV I got a nug on my desk and in my dresser drawer and when I'm running low my hidden stash is in the floor furthermore I got some backup underneath the stairs on them airplane flys it's stashed down in my underwear wrapped in my sweaty balls , that's why I'm flying high you wanna take a hit, trick , taste the good life?
[Hook] (Richter) where's the weed at? yo, where's the weed at? (Daddy-X) it's in my backpack , but you can't touch that (Richter) 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? (Daddy-X) you know I'm holding, always knowing where the weed's at (Richter) so where's the weed at? yo, where's the weed at? (D-Loc) somebody's gotta know where the muthafuckin weed's at
[Verse 2 - Richter] wanna know where the weeds at? well I'll give u a hint. just follow the scent rising outta my tint. or flowing outta the vents in my Linc Continent or my drop Cadillac cause I done did it again. I'm back to ballin to win, don't let me hold it all in I only need five pounds but fucking calling for 10 getting control of those ends, blowing smoke like the wind I'm back to Rollin in my bus, don't even let me begin cause when I'm in it , I'm in, when I'm out it, I'm out these cats are loopy bout prints they got a problem no Doute, I call a fifty a fin and my lair's my house, my number one rule is don't show up unannounced gotta call before you roll through, get the all cool I might be like wait up , i'ma call you cause no one knows what Johnny Richter's got cracking but when it's cracking you can tell 'cause i'm predicting what's cracking anyway...
(Richter) where's the weed at? yo, where's the weed at? (Daddy-X) it's in my backpack , but you can't touch that (Richter) where's the weed at? yo, where's the weed at? (D-Loc) I need to take a rip quick, tell me where the weed's at (Richter) where's the weed at? yo, where's the weed at? (Daddy-X) you know I'm holding, always knowing where the weed's at (Richter) so where's the weed at? yo, where's the weed at? somebody's gotta know where the muthafuckin weed's at
[Verse 3 - D-LOC] I got the bomb weed, you know I'm blowin hella tokes I got the good shit that leave you laid up on the floor I got the crip nugs, i got them big sacks i got the type of bud that kick you in your fuckin ass i got the type o