Yo, it's the Backpack Boyz blastin' up that chronic . We be cruisin' in the woods , catchin' that pungent whiff. Got my pipe ready, and we about to relax. This plant be bomb , man. We inhalin' that smoke all day hard. It's the dopest way to unwind about our problems . We ain't got any worries for the haters. Pack It Up, We're Headed to Paradise