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Artist  : Pharcyde 
Song : Pack The Pipe

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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 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 bit*h 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 sh*t 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 bit*h 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 f**kin' pipe I saw ya... [say when] the pipe dammit! [now it's dark inside nostril an inside nose he completed the run]

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