Pack The Pipe

I dedicate this to buddah

This is our song dedicated to

Smokin' **** cause we smoke lots of mad **** all the

Time

Mad mad mad

So Tre Tre since we smoke a lot of

Mad ****

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 (**** 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

The pipe the pipe

Let's pack the pipe

The pipe the pipe

Let's pack the pipe

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 ganja 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 dutchy pass me by let the left catch hell

If I wanted to smoke tobacco I'd get a skinny white *****

I know that Fatlip carries a pack to cure the nicotine itch

Because the only itch I have is for the indo or sens

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 moving down the line

The pipe the pipe

Let's pack the pipe

The pipe the pipe

Let's pack the pipe

The pipe the pipe

Let's pack the pipe

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 **** in front of my little four year old son

She sent him inside the house meanwhile my Sheri steadily rolled one

After the other then another cause I'm rollin' in the dough

So we rolling the indo as if the kid didn't know

He's lookin' through the window yo why 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 adviser

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

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

So pack

The pipe the pipe

Let's pack the pipe

The pipe the pipe

Let's pack the pipe

The pipe the pipe

Let's pack the pipe

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 endo 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

Why does your mother smoke pipe

With crack on the inside

She likes to take a bus ride with a sherm stick in her mouth

Preachin' about

What the world's goin' on

I don' know what's up

The ***** smokes

A lotta heron

Every day a hard

Basehead

I don' know what to say

Let's pack the pipe

The pipe the pipe

Let's pack the pipe

The pipe the pipe

Let's pack the pipe

The pipe the pipe

The pipe dammit

(Now it's dark inside nostril an inside nose

He completed the run)