[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]
