colt 45 and two zig zags, baby that's 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 dirrty 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
feeling high as hell flyin
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