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. cuz
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 cuz 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.