Lyrics The Pharcyde

The Pharcyde

Pack The Pipe

Trapped in the cockpit at forty thousand feet

The sky is the limit but we supersede

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

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 gomma man with contraband in lesser amounts

I guess 'cause understands he has his chance, he 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 fat lip carries a pack to cure the nicotine itch

Because the only itch I have is for the in doe 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 we keep it movin' 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 mean while my Sheri steadily rolled

One after the other then another 'cause I'm rollin' in the dough

So we rolled in the in doe as if the kid didn't know

He's lookin' through the window 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 adviser

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 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, 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 in doe no jokin', I'm doin' it like this

I hope I do not get this by anybody, no by anybody

By anybody, no 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 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 base head 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

Now it's dark inside nostril

An inside nose he completed the run