| Wait a minute, man. | 
| Hey, check this out man, tell it. | 
| It was this blind man, right? | 
| Man, check this out. | 
| It was this blind man, right? | 
| He was feelin' his way down the street with this stick, right? | 
| Hey. | 
| He walked past this fish market, you know what I'm sayin'? | 
| Fish market. | 
| He stopped, he took a deep breath, he said, "Woo, good morning, ladies." | 
| You like that shit, man? | 
| Pretty good. | 
| Hey, man, I got a gang of that shit, man. | 
| Are you a ... motherfucker man? | 
| I tell you what. | 
| My man on the guitar, hey, | 
| We'll fool on the drums, yeah, right | 
| Hey, everybody just crowd around the mic. | 
| I'll tell you all these motherfucking jokes. | 
| But first, I'mma start off like this. | 
| Hey, help me sing it, homeboy. | 
| Come on | 
| 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, | 
| 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 Dayton rims. | 
| So roll, roll the '83 Cadillac Coupe de Ville. | 
| If my tapes and my CDs just don't sell, | 
| I bet my Caddy will. | 
| Well it was just sundown in a small white town. | 
| They call it Eastside Palmdale. | 
| Well. | 
| When the Afroman walked through the white land, | 
| Houses went up for sale. | 
| Hell. | 
| Well, I was standin' on the corner sellin' rap CDs | 
| When I met a little girl named Jan. | 
| I let her ride in my Caddy | 
| 'Cause I didn't know her daddy | 
| Was the leader of the Ku Klub Klan. | 
| We fucked on the bed, fucked on the floor, | 
| Fucked so long, I grew a fuckin' afro. | 
| Then I fucked to the left, fucked to the right. | 
| She sucked my dick 'til the shit turned white. | 
| I thought to myself, Sheba, Sheba! | 
| Got my ass lookin' like a zebra! | 
| I pulled on my clothes and I was on my way, | 
| Until her daddy pulled up in a Chevrolet. | 
| So I ran. | 
| I jumped out the back window, | 
| But her daddy, he was waitin' with a 2 x 4. | 
| Oh, he beat me to the left, he beat me to the right. | 
| The motherfucker whooped my ass all night. | 
| But I ain't mad at her prejudiced dad, | 
| That's the best damn pussy I ever had. | 
| Got a bag of weed and a bottle of wine. | 
| I'mma fuck that bitch just one more time. | 
| Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, | 
| Baby that's all we need. | 
| Come on | 
| We can go to the park after dark, | 
| Smoke that tumbleweed. | 
| And as the marijuana burn | 
| 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 Dayton rims. | 
| Come on | 
| So roll, roll the '83 Cadillac Coupe de Ville. | 
| If my tapes and my CDs just don't sell, | 
| I bet my Caddy will. | 
| I met this lady in Hollywood. | 
| She had green hair, but damn she looked good. | 
| I took her to my house, 'cause she was fine, | 
| But she whipped out a dick that was bigger than mine. | 
| I met this lady from Japan, | 
| Never made love with an African. | 
| I fucked her once, I fucked her twice. | 
| I ate that pussy like shrimp fried rice. | 
| Don't be amazed at the stories I tell ya. | 
| I met a woman in the heart of Australia. | 
| Had a big butt and big titties, too, | 
| So I hopped in her ass like a kangaroo. | 
| See, I met this woman from Hawaii. | 
| Stuck it in her ass, and she said, "Aiiiiieeee!" | 
| Lips was breakfast, pussy was lunch, | 
| Then her titties busted open with Hawaiian Punch. | 
| Met Colonel Sander's wife in the state of Kentucky. | 
| She said, I'll fry some chicken if you just fuck me. | 
| I came in her mouth. | 
| It was a crisis. | 
| I gave her my secret blend of herbs and spices. | 
| Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, | 
| Baby that's all we need. | 
| Come on | 
| We can go to the park after dark, | 
| Smoke that tumbleweed. | 
| And as the marijuana burn | 
| We can take our turn, | 
| Singing them dirty rap songs | 
| Stop and hit the bong | 
| Like Cheech and Chong, | 
| Sell tapes from here to Hong Kong. | 
| Hey, wait a minute man, check this out. | 
| I met Dolly Parton in Tennessee. | 
| Her titties were filled with Hennessy. | 
| That country music really drove me crazy, | 
| But I rode that ass and said, "Yes, Miss Daisy!" | 
| Met this lady in Oklahoma; | 
| Put that pussy in a coma. | 
| Met this lady in Michigan; | 
| I can't wait 'til I fuck that bitch again. | 
| Met a real black girl down in South Carolina; | 
| Fucked her 'til she turned into a white albino. | 
| Fucked this hooker in Iowa. | 
| I fucked her on credit what, so I owe her. | 
| Fucked this girl down in Georgia; | 
| Came in her mouth. | 
| Man, I thought I told ya. | 
| Met this beautiful sexy ho; | 
| She just ran across the border of Mexico. | 
| Fine young thing, said her name's Maria. | 
| I wrapped her up just like a Hot Tortilla. | 
| I wanna get married, but I can't afford it. | 
| I know I'mma cry when she get deported. | 
| 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 burn | 
| We can take our turn, | 
| 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. | 
| Come on | 
| So roll, roll the '83 Cadillac Coupe de Ville. | 
| If my tapes and my CDs just don't sell, | 
| I bet my Caddy will. |