[Interlude]

I said, "I smoke every now and then"

But, when I really need one, I gotta have one

Just dyin', trade tricks

Yeah, so?

To the six-nine, that was a double deuce

You said somethin' about somthin'

See, that's all

What does this thing do? Oh, there it goes

Where you goin'?

I'm right here

What you doin'?

Oh, the black and white trip?

Uh-huh

Oh, gotta get a Mexican on the black and white (Yeah)

Is that what it is? (Of course)

It's like an in-between thing, like (Oh, I didn't know about this)

I'm not Black, I'm not white (Where's, where's the switch?)

I'm kind, ya know (Where's the switch?)

Where is what switch?

This, the black and white switch

Oh, you gotta get fixed up? Right over here

You see, this is dust, it's over here, it's dust

Danny? What up? Is that your lover?

Yeah

Really?

I love bean burritos (So, now that—)

The reason I don't barbecue 'em on Wednesdays is 'cause he fuckin'

Fuckin' falls through the grill!

Little beaner, hehe

Oh, what was that?

Little' fuckin' toot

Carlos did it no, hehehe

Carlos?

Hey, now, he can do it on command

You know as, know as well as you do, you can call him whatever you want (Tacos)

I'm the one who gave Taco his name, you know that?

I said, can you believe that? I said

"We had that barbecue," and he goes, "Oh, you wanna go to Taco?"

[Intro: Cheech Marin, Fieldy]

Da-nuh-nuh, da-nuh-nuh, dah-dah-dah

Órale

Where he at?

[Verse 1: Cheech Marin]

My mama talk-a to me, tried to tell me how to live

But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is like a sieve

My daddy, he disowned me, 'cause I wear my sister's clothes

He caught me in the bathroom with a pair of pantyhose

[Verse 2: Cheech Marin]

My basketball coach, he done kicked me off the team

For wearin' high heel sneakers, thinks I'm actin' like a queen

Gonna tie my pecker to a tree, to a tree, gonna tie my pecker to a tree

Gonna tie his pecker to a tree

[Interlude: Cheech Marin]

Get your boogie on

Go, Head

[Verse 3: Cheech Marin]

The earth is comin' to an end and I don't give a damn

As long as I have my bitch, oh, I'ma fuck you

It don't bother me if people think I'm funny

'Cause I'm a big rock star, and I make lots of money, money, money, money, money (Are you talkin' pesos?)

[Bridge: Cheech Marin]

Money, ka-ching

Ka-ching

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

Lots of money, lots of money

Lots of money (I'm so bloody rich)

Lots of money, lots of motherfuckin' money

I get rich

[Outro: Cheech Marin]

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, I own shopping centers

And parking lots, and stocks, and all that shit!

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

I own you, ha! You, too!

You three! For me!

Hee-hee! Oh-oh!

Get your groove on! Let's bring down one more time, Jonathan

Jonathan on them drums gettin' even slower

More groovin', slow that shit down crazy slow

Come on, death, right here, slow, ah

Don't give a fuck, break it out

Did you know Boy George is on heroin?

We don't give a fuck

Rick James is in a crackhouse

And I'm fuckin' payin', that's all that matters! Aha-ha-ha-ha!

The bomb in the fuckin'— in the house!

Loco

Oh-aah-oh

Give me some, ah

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha!