Colt 45

**Says**

Whoa! Good morning ladies.
You like that shit man?
I got a gang of that shit man.
I’ll tell you what
My man on the guitar
Dude on the drums
Everyody gather ’round the mic
I’ll tell ya all these muthaf**kas
First I’mma start it off like this
Help me sing it homeboy!
C’mon!

**Sings**
Colt 45 and two zig-zags
Baby that’s all we need
We can go to the door at the dogs
Smoke that tumbleweed
As the marijuana burn
we can take our turn
singin’ them dirty rap songs
stop and it the bomb like ching chang chong
i said it takes form him to hong kong
i said roll, roll, roll my joint
feelin’ high as hell
flyin’ through palm bell
skatin’ on dragon wheels
so roll, roll, roll the ’83
cadillac coupe de ville
if takes those mercedes just don’t sell
i bet my caddy will

well it was just sun down
in a small white town
and they call it east side palm down
when the afroman walked through the white land
houses went up for sale
well i was standin’ on the corner sellin’ rap CD’s
when i met a lil’ girl named Jan
i let her ride in my caddy
’cause i didn’t know her daddy
was the leader of the ku-klux-klan
we fu**ked on the bed
fu**ked on the floor
fu**ked so long
i grew a fu**kin’ afro
then i fuled to the left
fucked to the right
she sucked my d!c*
til the sh!* turned white
i thought to myself
"sheeba, sheeba!"
got my a$$ lookin’ like a zebra
i put on my clothes
and i was on my way
till her daddy pulled up in a chevorlet
so i ran, jumped out the back window
but her daddy he was waitin’ with a 2 by 4
oh he beat me to the left
beat me to the right
the muthfu**ka whooped my a$$ all night
but i ain’t mad
at her prejudice dad
that’s the best damn pu$s* i eva had
i got a bag of weed
and a bottle of wine
i’mma fu*k that b!t*h
just one more time

Colt 45 and two zig-zags
Baby that’s all we need
We can go to the door at the dogs
Smoke that tumbleweed
As the marijuana burn
we can take our turn
singin’ them dirty rap songs
stop and it the bomb like ching chang chong
i said it takes form him to hong kong
i said roll, roll, roll my joint
feelin’ high as hell
flyin’ through palm bell
skatin’ on dragon wheels
so roll, roll, roll the ’83
cadillac coupe de ville
if takes those mercedes just don’t sell
i bet my caddy will

i met this lady in Hollywood
she had green hair but damn she look good
i took her to my house ’cause she looked fine
but she whooped out a d!c* that was bigger than mine
i met this lady from Japan
never made love with an african
i fu**ked her once, i fu**ked her twice
i ate that pu$s* like shrimp-fried rice
don’t be amazed at the stories i tell you
i met a woman in the heart of Australia
she had a big butt and titties too
so i hopped in her a$$ like a kangaroo
see i met this woman from Hawaii
stuck it in her a$$ and she said "iiiiiiiiieeeeee"
lips was breakfast
pu$s* was lunch
then her titties busted open with hawaiian punch
met Kernels Sanders wife
in the state of Kentucky
she said i’ll fry some chicked
if you just bum 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
We can go to the door at the dogs
Smoke that tumbleweed
As the marijuana burn
we can take our turn
singin’ them dirty rap songs
stop and it the bomb like ching chang chong
i said it takes form him to hong kong
i said roll, roll, roll my joint
feelin’ high as hell
flyin’ through palm bell
skatin’ on dragon wheels
so roll, roll, roll the ’83
cadillac coupe de ville

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