[i dedicate this to buddah...this is our song dedicated to
Smokinand' weed and'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
Motherand'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 iand'm falling
Iand'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 gettinand' high...imand'a get high
and'till i die...can i have a light my brother...where is my bud]
The pipe, the pipe
Letand'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 and'cause understands he has his chance passes like fouts
But his pass is incomplete and'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 iand'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 donand't pass me that mess
Or try to even protest
That itand's adding to the flavor and'cause the old one was fine
Wonand't you pack the pipe
And keep it movin` down the line
The pipe, the pipe
Letand's pack the pipe
(x4)
I got a big oland' blunt
Iand'm lampinand' on my front porch
About to put a torch to it
Then coco said donand't do it
Please donand'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
and'cause iand'm rollinand' in the dough
So we rolled in the indoe
As if the kid didnand't know
Heand's lookinand' through the windoew yo while we tryinand' 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 and'cause the bud makes me wiser
[figaro]
So i said comeand're little man
[whatcha want old man]
And with his little hand
He grabbed the pipe
A lesson in buddah blessinand'
Not too young
Just right
So he started blazinand'
It was amazinand'
My lungs are black and shriveled up like a raisin
But who am i to deny the kid a try
At natureand's little way of sayinand' hi?
[thank you old man]
So pack
The pipe, the pipe
Letand'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
Iand'm imani and iand'm hype give me the pipe tonight
I really wanna smoke it
I really want to smoke it
[...]
I choke it
The indoe no jokinand'
Iand'm doinand' it like this
[i hope i do not get this by anybody
By anybody
By anybody
By anybody
What? uh huh uh huh
Well whereand's quinton, quinton, quinton where are you?
Yo quint, quint comeand're who got a lighter?...imani got a
Lighter...ah kick somethinand' 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
Preachinand' about
What the worldand's goinand' on
I donand' know whatand's up
The bitch smokes
A lotta heron
Every day a hard
Basehead
I donand' know what to say
[whereand's bus (stop) weand'll call you up]
Letand's pack the pipe
The pipe, the pipe
Letand's pack the pipe
(x3)
Who packs the booty on the side (wipe)
I crack
Iand've lost track
Itand's a cheap fuckinand' pipe
I saw ya...
[say when]
The pipe dammit!
[now itand's dark inside nostril an inside nose he completed the run]
