PACKIN'

Yo, it's the Backpack Boyz blastin' up that chronic . We be cruisin' in the woods , smellin' that pungent scent . Got my blunt ready, and we about to relax. This plant be bomb , man. We inhalin' that smoke all day hard. It's the flyest way to chill about our problems . We ain't got no time for the haters. Pack It Up, We're Headed to Paradise Sun