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- The Pharcyde pack T和pipe 歌詞
- The Pharcyde
- I dedicate this to buddah
This is our song dedicated to
Smokin **** cause we smoke lots of mad **** all the
Time
Mad mad mad
So Tre Tre since we smoke a lot of
Mad ****
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
Mothers (**** 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 Im falling Im 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
Ima get high
Till I die
Can I have a light my brother
Where is my bud)
The pipe the pipe
Lets pack the pipe
The pipe the pipe
Lets pack the pipe
The pipe the pipe
Lets pack the pipe
The pipe the pipe
Lets 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 Id get a skinny white *****
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 dont pass me that mess or try to even protest
That its adding to the flavor cause the old one was fine
Wont you pack the pipe and keep it moving down the line
The pipe the pipe
Lets pack the pipe
The pipe the pipe
Lets pack the pipe
The pipe the pipe
Lets pack the pipe
The pipe the pipe
Lets pack the pipe
I got a big ol blunt Im lampin on my front porch
About to put a torch to it then Coco said dont do it
Please dont hit that **** 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 Im rollin in the dough
So we rolling the indo as if the kid didnt know
Hes 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 comere 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 natures little way of sayin hi
So pack
The pipe the pipe
Lets pack the pipe
The pipe the pipe
Lets pack the pipe
The pipe the pipe
Lets pack the pipe
The pipe the pipe
Lets 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
Im Imani and Im hype give me the pipe tonight
I really wanna smoke it I really want to smoke it
I choke it
The endo no jokin
Im 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 worlds goin on
I don know whats up
The ***** smokes
A lotta heron
Every day a hard
Basehead
I don know what to say
Lets pack the pipe
The pipe the pipe
Lets pack the pipe
The pipe the pipe
Lets pack the pipe
The pipe the pipe
The pipe dammit
(Now its dark inside nostril an inside nose
He completed the run)
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