Eric Sarafin - Pack the Pipe lyrics

[Intro] [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] [Verse 1: Slimkid3] Trapped in the co*kpit 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 d**h 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] [Hook] 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 [Verse 2: Bootie Brown] I look in every hip-hop magazine it seems That the blunts are being pa**ed around the scenes in teams And the ganja man with contraband in lesser amounts I guess cause understands he has his chance pa**es like Fouts But his pa** is incomplete cause I can tell in the smell To let the dutchy pa** me by, let the left catch hell If I wanted to smoke tobacco I'd get a skinny white b**h 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 pa** 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Fatlip] 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** 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 [Hook] [Verse 4: Imani] 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 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] [Verse 5: Quinton] 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 b**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**in' pipe I saw ya... [Say when] The pipe dammit! [Now it's dark inside nostril an inside nose he completed the run]