Colt 45 and two zig zags, baby thats all we need.
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.
And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns, singing them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like cheech and chong, 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 dayton rims.
So roll, roll the 83 cadillac coup de ville.
If my tapes and my cds just dont sell, I bet my caddy will.