Afroman - Colt 45 lyrics

Wait a minute man Hey check this out man tell it It was this blind man right, it was this blind man right He was feelin' his way down the street with a stick right, hey He walked past this fish market, you know what I'm sayin' He stopped he took a deep breath he said Woah good morning ladies, ha You like that sh** man Hey man I've got a gang of that sh** man Hey I'll tell you what We'll all have a good time We'll pull on the drug And hey, hey if everybody crowd around the mic I'll tell you all these motherf**in' jokes I got First I'm gonna start off like that, hey help me sing it homeboy 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 Skatin' on Dayton rims So roll, roll, the '83 Cadillac Coupe Deville If my tapes and my CDs just don't sell, I bet my Caddy will Well it was just sundown in small white town They call it East Side Palmdale When the Afroman walked through the white land Houses went up for sale Well I was standing 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 Klux Klan We f**ed on the bed f**ed on the floor f**ed so long I grew a f**in' afro Then I f**ed to the left (Left) f**ed to the right (Right) She s**ed my dick '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 Until her daddy pulled up in a Chevrolet And so I ran I jumped out the back window But her daddy he was waitin' with a two-by-four Oh, he beat me to the left He beat me to the right The motherf**er whooped my a** all night But I ain't mad at her prejudiced dad That's the best damn p**y I ever had Got a bag of weed and a bottle of wine I'm gonna f** that b**h just one more time 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 Skatin' on Dayton rims So roll, roll, the '83 Cadillac Coupe Deville 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 whooped out a dick that was bigger than mine I met this lady from Japan Never made love with an African I f**ed her once, I f**ed her twice I ate that p**y like shrimp-fried rice Don't be amazed at the stories I tell ya (Tell ya) I met a woman in the heart of Australia Had a big bu*t and big 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 "AIEE" Lips was breakfast, p**y was lunch Then her titties busted open with Hawaiian Punch I met Colonel Sanders wife in the state of Kentucky She said I'd fry some chicken if you'd just f** me I came in her mouth, it was a crisis I gave her my secret blend of Herbs' n' Spices 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 I met Dolly Parton in Tennessee Her titties were filled with Hennessy That country music really drove me crazy But I rode that a** and said "Yes Miss Daisy" Met this lady in Oklahoma Put that p**y in a coma Met this lady in Michigan I can't wait 'til I f** that b**h again Met a real black girl down in South Carolina f**ed her until she turned to a white albino f**ed this hooker in Iowa I f**ed her on credit, so I owe her f**ed this girl down in Georgia Came in her mouth, man I thought I told ya Met this beautiful s**y 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 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 If my tapes and my CDs just don't sell, I bet my Caddy will