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Les paroles de Pack the Pipe

Artiste:

Pharcyde

Album:

Bizarre Ride II the Pharcyde

Titre:

Pack the Pipe

Date d'ajout:

18/10/2007

Votes:

Vues:

63 fois

Paroles:

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 bitch

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 shit 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 bitch 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 fuckin' 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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2.	Rush
3.	OFFICER
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6.	Front Line
7.	World
8.	Ya Mama
9.	Network (f Blackthought)
10.	If I Were President (Skit)

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