Zearle - Where's The Sack ? lyrics

Now brothern it's past eleven Where are we heading? Time is marching on The high is gone, let's stoke that bong With something strong, and pull that s**er real long My lungs are achin' I'm not mistaken The time is right,im high as a kite This leafs alright, that bud just might light But why fight it? the Reliefs in sight yo Let's attempt to find that hemp I need a yacken, a fatty raw boom-blatty Lets mash on somebodys stash That holy gra** So, Where's that sack? I Give it all back Where's that fat sack? The green bud attack So, wheres that fat sack? Wheres that fat sack? I need that dank Money in the bank, I'm blank So, Where's that stank? You can keep that crank I want that resin, the closest thing to heaven Some other sun, i know i got some So wheres that bud, no brown crud Mexicali, grown in the valley I want the tops, the cream of the crops That donkeydick weed, not one na**eed Wheres that sack? Wheres the sack? I'm not kiddin ya jack I'm outta control For some bada** dola Wheres the mac, with the sack, and the big back Where's the sack? Where's the sack? C'mon All my peoples, we bein' equals Open that bag, Don't be a drag Savin? For what? Where's your boys gut? Quit holdin' back, you got what i like The pedagreen, that indo supreme What's on my mind? oh be so kind Show us that cherry, sticky and hairry Where's the sack? Where's the sack? Green budia attack Outta control The bada** dola Wheres the mac, with the big back? Where's the sack? Mmm.. mountin grown Humbolt's own Best of the breed It gets you the most keyed In a minute, first hit, no limit B.o.D.o Magic on boho Smokin indo So start dolin, get my motor rollin ************************** *** This is incomplete *** *** Will be finished *** ************************** Visi0niZSicK