Yo, it's the Backpack Boyz lightin' up that chronic . We be chillin' in the park , smellin' that pungent aroma . Got my pipe ready, and we about to kick back . This bud be bomb , man. We smokin' that smoke all day long . It's the dopest way to forget about our worries. We ain't got any worries for the haters. Pack It Up, We're Headed to Paradise