Colt 45 and two zig zags, baby that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed
And as the marijuana burns we can take our turn, singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like cheech and chong and sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
So roll, roll, roll your joint, pick out the seeds and stems
Feelin' high as hell rollin' through palmdale, skatin' on dayton rims
So roll, roll, the 83', cadillac coupe de ville
And if my tapes and my cds just don't sell, I bet my caddy will
Yes, I typed that from memory without listening or looking up lyrics
