Yo, it's the Backpack Boyz blastin' up that chronic . We be cruisin' in the field, catchin' that pungent scent . Got my pipe ready, and we about to kick back . This plant be crazy good, man. We smokin' that haze all day hard. It's the dopest way to chill about our problems . We ain't got no time for the haters. Pack It Up, We're Headed to Paradis