ROLLIN'

Yo, it's the Backpack Boyz blastin' up that chronic . We be cruisin' in the park , tastin' that pungent aroma . Got my pipe ready, and we about to get high . This bud be fire , man. We inhalin' that haze all day straight . It's the flyest way to unwind about our worries. We ain't got no time for the haters. Pack It Up, We're Headed to Paradise S