Lyric Pack The Pipe
[I dedicate this to buddah...this is our song dedicated to
smokin weed cause we smoke lots of mad weed all the
time...mad mad mad...so Tre Tre since we smoke a lot of
mad weed...you got what you want coppenhagen
give the people buddah...indoe gentlemen...a lovely yell oh
that old boy...you must love the buddah...listen man your
mother s (weed beat) is hip hop...you gotta (scrosho
bard)...man]
trapped in the cockpit
at forty thousand feet
the sky is the limit
but we superscede
the greed for the speed is like
way beyond limits
I grab my parachute with like
forks and spoons in it
and I m falling
I m falling
my heart rapid rushes
death before my eyes
oh why did I trust this
my reactions are repeated
over and over and over
oh it seems like I will never be sober
[get up, pack it in...high...I love gettin high...Im a get high
till I die...can I have a light my brother...where is my bud]
the pipe, the pipe
let s pack the pipe
(x4)
I look in every hip-hop magazine
it seems
that the blunts are being passed around the scenes in teams
and the (gomma) man with contraband in lesser amounts
I guess cause understands he has his chance passes like Fouts
but his pass is incomplete cause I can tell in the smell
to let the touch he pass me by
let the (left) catch hell
if I wanted to smoke tobacco I d get a skinny white bitch
I know that Fatlip carries a pack to cure the nicotine itch
because the only itch I have is for the indoe or cess
so don t pass me that mess
or try to even protest
that it s adding to the flavor cause the old one was fine
won t you pack the pipe
and keep it movin` down the line
the pipe, the pipe
let s pack the pipe
(x4)
I got a big ol blunt
I m lampin on my front porch
about to put a torch to it
then Coco said don t do it
please don t hit that shit in front of my little four year old son
she sent him inside the house meanwhile my Sheri steadily rolled one
[what are you doing (daddy)?]
after the other
then another
cause I m rollin in the dough
so we rolled in the indoe
as if the kid didn t know
he s lookin through the windoew yo while we tryin to hide it
to make a boy grow to be ignorant and misguided
about the bud
now I have to play the part of the advisor
because the bud is just the tasty tantalizer
the bud not the beer cause the bud makes me wiser
[figaro]
so I said come re little man
[whatcha want old man]
and with his little hand
he grabbed the pipe
a lesson in buddah blessin
not too young
just right
so he started blazin
it was amazin
my lungs are black and shriveled up like a raisin
but who am I to deny the kid a try
at nature s little way of sayin hi?
[thank you old man]
so pack
the pipe, the pipe
let s pack the pipe
(x4)
twisting turning burning
rings of fire when I come into ya layer
say ya pay yer fare for the fee
I see
the pipe
the pipe is what I like
I m Imani and I m hype give me the pipe tonight
I really wanna smoke it
I really want to smoke it
[...]
I choke it
the indoe no jokin
I m doin it like this
[I hope I do not get this by anybody
by anybody
by anybody
by anybody
what? uh huh uh huh
well where s Quinton, Quinton, Quinton where are you?
yo Quint, Quint come re who got a lighter?...Imani got a
lighter...ah kick somethin on the mike]
why does your mother smoke pipe
with crack on the inside
she likes to take a bus ride with a (shern) stick in her mouth
preachin about
what the world s goin on
I don know what s up
the bitch smokes
a lotta heron
every day a hard
basehead
I don know what to say
[where s bus (stop) we ll call you up]
let s pack the pipe
the pipe, the pipe
let s pack the pipe
(x3)
who packs the booty on the side (wipe)
I crack
I ve lost track
it s a cheap fuckin pipe
I saw ya...
[say when]
the pipe dammit!
[now it s dark inside nostril an inside nose he completed the run]
smokin weed cause we smoke lots of mad weed all the
time...mad mad mad...so Tre Tre since we smoke a lot of
mad weed...you got what you want coppenhagen
give the people buddah...indoe gentlemen...a lovely yell oh
that old boy...you must love the buddah...listen man your
mother s (weed beat) is hip hop...you gotta (scrosho
bard)...man]
trapped in the cockpit
at forty thousand feet
the sky is the limit
but we superscede
the greed for the speed is like
way beyond limits
I grab my parachute with like
forks and spoons in it
and I m falling
I m falling
my heart rapid rushes
death before my eyes
oh why did I trust this
my reactions are repeated
over and over and over
oh it seems like I will never be sober
[get up, pack it in...high...I love gettin high...Im a get high
till I die...can I have a light my brother...where is my bud]
the pipe, the pipe
let s pack the pipe
(x4)
I look in every hip-hop magazine
it seems
that the blunts are being passed around the scenes in teams
and the (gomma) man with contraband in lesser amounts
I guess cause understands he has his chance passes like Fouts
but his pass is incomplete cause I can tell in the smell
to let the touch he pass me by
let the (left) catch hell
if I wanted to smoke tobacco I d get a skinny white bitch
I know that Fatlip carries a pack to cure the nicotine itch
because the only itch I have is for the indoe or cess
so don t pass me that mess
or try to even protest
that it s adding to the flavor cause the old one was fine
won t you pack the pipe
and keep it movin` down the line
the pipe, the pipe
let s pack the pipe
(x4)
I got a big ol blunt
I m lampin on my front porch
about to put a torch to it
then Coco said don t do it
please don t hit that shit in front of my little four year old son
she sent him inside the house meanwhile my Sheri steadily rolled one
[what are you doing (daddy)?]
after the other
then another
cause I m rollin in the dough
so we rolled in the indoe
as if the kid didn t know
he s lookin through the windoew yo while we tryin to hide it
to make a boy grow to be ignorant and misguided
about the bud
now I have to play the part of the advisor
because the bud is just the tasty tantalizer
the bud not the beer cause the bud makes me wiser
[figaro]
so I said come re little man
[whatcha want old man]
and with his little hand
he grabbed the pipe
a lesson in buddah blessin
not too young
just right
so he started blazin
it was amazin
my lungs are black and shriveled up like a raisin
but who am I to deny the kid a try
at nature s little way of sayin hi?
[thank you old man]
so pack
the pipe, the pipe
let s pack the pipe
(x4)
twisting turning burning
rings of fire when I come into ya layer
say ya pay yer fare for the fee
I see
the pipe
the pipe is what I like
I m Imani and I m hype give me the pipe tonight
I really wanna smoke it
I really want to smoke it
[...]
I choke it
the indoe no jokin
I m doin it like this
[I hope I do not get this by anybody
by anybody
by anybody
by anybody
what? uh huh uh huh
well where s Quinton, Quinton, Quinton where are you?
yo Quint, Quint come re who got a lighter?...Imani got a
lighter...ah kick somethin on the mike]
why does your mother smoke pipe
with crack on the inside
she likes to take a bus ride with a (shern) stick in her mouth
preachin about
what the world s goin on
I don know what s up
the bitch smokes
a lotta heron
every day a hard
basehead
I don know what to say
[where s bus (stop) we ll call you up]
let s pack the pipe
the pipe, the pipe
let s pack the pipe
(x3)
who packs the booty on the side (wipe)
I crack
I ve lost track
it s a cheap fuckin pipe
I saw ya...
[say when]
the pipe dammit!
[now it s dark inside nostril an inside nose he completed the run]
