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Yo, it's the Backpack Boyz blastin' up that chronic . We be cruisin' in the woods , smellin' that pungent aroma . Got my bong ready, and we about to get high . This bud be fire , man. We inhalin' that vapor all day long . It's the flyest way to unwind about our problems . We ain't got any worries for the haters. Grab Your Gear, Paradise Awaits S