Said Colt 45 and two Zig-Zags, baby, that's all we need We can go to the park, after dark 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 Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palmdale...
