| Said colt 45 and two zigzags baby that’s all we need
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| We can go to the park, after dark
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| Smoke that tumbleweed
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| As the marijuana burn we can take our turn
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| Singin' them dirty rap songs
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| Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
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| And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
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| So roll, roll, roll my joint, pick out the seeds and stems
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| Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palmdale
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| Skatin' on Dayton rims
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| So roll, roll, the '83 Cadillac Coupe Deville
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| If my tapes and my cds just don’t sell, I bet marijuana will
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| Well it was just sundown in small white town
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| They call it East Side Palmdale
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| When the Afroman walked through the white land
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| Houses went up for sale
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| Well I was standing on the corner sellin' rap cds
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| When I met a little girl named Jan
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| I let her ride in my Caddy
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| Because I didn’t know her daddy was the leader of the Ku Klux Klan
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| We fucked on the bed, fucked on the floor
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| Fucked so long I grew a fuckin' afro
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| Then I fucked to the left, fucked to the right
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| She sucked my dick 'til the shit turned white
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| Thought to myself sheeba-sheeba
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| Got my ass lookin' like a zebra
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| I put on my clothes and I was on my way
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| Until her daddy pulled up in a Chevrolet
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| And so I ran I jumped out the back window
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| But her daddy he was waitin' with a two-by-four
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| Oh, he beat me to the left, he beat me to the right
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| The motherfucker whooped my ass all night
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| But I ain’t mad at her prejudiced dad
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| That’s the best damn pussy I ever had
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| Got a bag of weed and a bottle of wine
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| I’m gonna fuck that bitch just one more time
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| Said colt 45 and two zigzags baby thats all we need
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| We can go to the park, after dark
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| Smoke that tumbleweed
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| As the marijuana burn we can take our turn
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| Singin' them dirty rap songs
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| Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
|
| And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
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| So roll, roll, roll my joint, pick out the seeds and stems
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| Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palmdale
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| Skatin' on Dayton rims
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| So roll, roll, the '83 Cadillac Coupe Deville
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| If my tapes and my cds just don’t sell, I bet marijuana will
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| I met this lady in Hollywood
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| She had green hair but damn she looked good
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| I took her to my house because she was fine
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| But she whooped out a dick that was bigger than mine
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| I met this lady from Japan
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| Never made love with an African
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| I fucked her once, I fucked her twice
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| I ate that pussy like shrimp-fried rice
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| Don’t be amazed at the stories I tell ya (tell ya)
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| I met a woman in the heart of Australia
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| Had a big butt and big titties too
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| So I hopped in her ass like Kangaroo
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| See I met this woman from Hawaii
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| Stuck it in her ass and she said «AIEE»
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| Lips was breakfast, pussy was lunch
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| Then her titties busted open with Hawaiian Punch
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| I met Colonel Sanders wife in the state of Kentucky
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| She said I’d fry some chicken if you’d just fuck me
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| I came in her mouth, it was a crisis
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| I gave her my secret blend of Herbs' n' Spices
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| Said colt 45 and two zigzags baby thats all we need
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| We can go to the park, after dark
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| Smoke that tumbleweed
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| As the marijuana burn we can take our turn
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| Singin' them dirty rap songs
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| Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
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| And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
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| I met Dolly Parton in Tennessee
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| Her titties were filled with Hennessy
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| That country music drove me crazy
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| But I rode that ass and said, «Yes, Miss Daisy»
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| Met this lady in Oklahoma
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| Put that pussy in a coma
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| Met this lady in Michigan
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| I can’t wait 'til I fuck that bitch again
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| Met a real black girl down in South Carolina
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| Fucked her until she turned into a white albino
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| Fucked this hooker in Iowa
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| I fucked her on credit, so I owe her
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| Fucked this girl down in Georgia
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| Came in her mouth, man I thought I told ya
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| Met this beautiful sexy ho
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| She just ran across the border of Mexico
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| Fine young thing said her name’s Maria
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| I wrapped her up just like a hot tortilla
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| I wanna get married but I can’t afford it
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| I know I’m’a cry when she get deported
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| Said colt 45 and two zigzags baby thats all we need
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| 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
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| Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palmdale
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| Skatin' on Dayton rims
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| So roll, roll, the '83 Cadillac Coupe Deville
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| If my tapes and my cds just don’t sell, I bet marijuana will
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| When I say «Afro», you say «Man»
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| Afro, Afro
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| When I say «Afro», you say «Man»
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| Afro, Afro
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| When I say «Smoke some», you say «Weed»
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| Smoke some, Smoke some
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| When I say «Smoke some», you say «Weed»
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| Smoke some, Smoke some
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| Aye, y’all make some noise right about now
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| La-da-da-da-da-da
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| I wanna thank y’all for playin' this song over the years, you know what I’m
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| sayin'?
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| Let me bust this last verse right quick, I’ma take y’all away, man,
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| check me out, you don’t stop
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| Have you ever went over a girl’s house to fuck
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| But the pussy just ain’t no good
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| I mean you gettin' upset because you can’t get her wet
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| You in the wrong neighborhood
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| So you try to play it off and eat the pussy
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| But it take her so long to cum
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| Then a dude walk in, her big boyfriend
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| And he asks you where you from
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| So you wipe your mouth and you try to explain
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| You start talking real fast
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| But he already mad cause you fucking his woman
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| So he start beating on you ass, check
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| Now your clothes all muddy
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| Your nose all bloody
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| Your dick was hard but now it’s soft
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| You thought you had a girl to rock your world
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| And you still gotta go jack off
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| Said colt 45 and two zigzags baby thats 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
|
| Skatin' on Dayton rims
|
| So roll, roll, the '83 Cadillac Coupe Deville
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| If my tapes and my cds just don’t sell, I bet marijuana will
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| Man, man
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| Man, man |