- Song Name: Pack the Pipe (Interlude)
- Artist Name: The Pharcyde
- Album: Bizarre Ride II the Pharcyde
- Songwriters: Derek Stewart, Emandu Wilcox, John Martinez, Quinton Howze, Ralph Burns, Romye Robinson, Trevant Hardson
- Release Date: 1992.01.01
- Label: Delicious Vinyl
LYRICS FOR "Pack the Pipe (Interlude)"
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
Death before my eyes
My reactions are repeated over and over and over
Oh it seems like I will never be sober
The pipe
The pipe
The pipe
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
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 b****
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
The pipe
The pipe
I got a big ol' blunt
About to put a torch to it then Coco said don't do it
Please don't hit that s*** 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
My lungs are black and shriveled up like a raisin
But who am I to deny the kid a try
So pack the pipe
The pipe
The pipe
The pipe
The pipe
Twisting turning burning rings of fire when I come into ya layer
Say ya pay yer fare for the fee
I'm imani and I'm hype give me the pipe tonight
I really wanna smoke it
I choke it
I hope I do not get this 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 shern stick in her mouth
Preachin' about what the world's goin' on
The b**** smokes a lotta heron
Every day a hard base head I don' know what to say
The pipe
The pipe
The pipe
I saw ya
Now it's dark inside nostril
An inside nose he completed the run
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