it's nineteen hundred and ninety nine and we're still
toastin to the end of time.
so roll a joint pour some wine and cut us up a couple
of lines. light it up and phone the chicks and get
them here to suck our dicks.
'cause we're a bunch of ripper heads and we'll party
like this til we drop dead.
welcome to our marijuanathon.
my lips are glued to the bong.
me and my bro's are watchin cheech and chong.
you hip hop hippies got nothin on us 'cause we're the
band that grows the big fat buds.
when cypress hill smokes a blunt that gives us money
to go get fuckin drunk. everytime you light one up
we get our cut and go get fuckin fucked.
it's a marijuanathon. this is all we do all day long
is smokin joints and playin' songs in this marijuanathon.