Female - single - 23/02
Member since 27/11/2005
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 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. So roll, roll the 83 Cadillac Coup de Ville. If my tapes and my CDs just don't sell, I bet my caddy will.
