Whitney:
Many nights I’ve prayed
For a new dealer to come my way
To sell me crack and give me weed
To take home -to bobby

Amy Winehouse:
But since my dealer died
A heart attack on the teacup ride
People tried to steal my drugs
So now here’s what I do

Hook:
I hide my crack cocaine, inside my weave
And in my crack, I hide my weed
When we get stopped and searched, the Feds won’t see
Inside my weave, they never will
Yes you can sniff my weave

Amy Winehouse:
When I do need a fix
I dip my head and smoke that shxx
Then I wrap it up inside
Before somebody sees

Whitney:
But we are not afraid
Except on a very windy day
When pigeons peck into our hair
And swiftly fly away!

Hook:
I hide my crack cocaine, inside my weave
And in my crack, I hide my weed
When we get stopped and search, the Feds won’t see
Inside my weave, they never will
Yes you can sniff my weave
My we-ee-ee-e-ee-eve.
Yes you can sniff my weave