COLT 45 AND TWO ZIG ZAGS baby thats all we need
we can go to the Park, after dark and
smoke that tumbleweed
and as the marijuana burn 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 my joint, pick out the seeds and stems
Feeling high as hell flyin' through palmdale
skatin' on dayton rims
so roll, roll, the '83 cadilaac coupe deville
if my tapes and my cds just don't sell, I bet my caddy will