Pack The Pipe Lyrics - Cydeways: The Best Of The Pharcyde - Pharcyde

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, I get high, I love gettin' high, I'mma get high 

'Til 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 bitch 

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

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

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 shit 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 here 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 bitch smokes 

A lotta heroin 

Every day a hard 

Basehead 

I don' know what to say 

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 saw ya 

The pipe dammit!