Say Colt 45 and 2 zig-zags baby thats all we need
We can go to the park after dark
Smoke that tumbleweed
As the marijuana burns we can take our turn singing 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
Feelin high as hell flyin' through Palmdale
Skatin' on ragged rims
So roll, roll, the '83 Cadilac Coupe Deville
If my tapes and my cds just don't sell I bet my cabby will.