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    "Pack The Pipe" Lyrics

    The Pharcyde

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    [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

    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

    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

    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
    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

    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
    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

    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]
    This song was submitted on October 22nd, 2004 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Peermusic Publishing.
    Written by Ralph Burns, Ralph J Burns, Trevant Hardsen, Quinton Howze, John Martinez, Romye Robinson, Derek Stewart, Emandu Imani Rashaan Wilcox.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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