Yo, it's the Backpack Boyz blastin' up that chronic . We be vibin' in the field, catchin' that sweet scent . Got my pipe ready, and we about to relax. This green be crazy good, man. We smokin' that smoke all day hard. It's the flyest way to unwind about our problems . We ain't got any worries for the haters. Pack It Up, We're Headed to Paradise