Said Colt 45 and two Zigzags,
Baby, that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark
And smoke that tumbleweed.
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 Cadillac Coupe De Ville
If my tapes and my CDs just don't sell, I bet my cabby will