[cryptowonderdruginvogue]

PHARCYDE
Pack The Pipe

[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 (sherm) 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]

[batreleaser]

Come out to show them...
Like open the brews up, and let some of the blues blood come out to show them
Come out to show them, come out to show them, come out to show them {*storm howls*}
come out to show them, come out to show them, come out to show them... {*echoes*}
{*guitar sound, coughing fit*} Music (bad weed)
Listening to music while stoned is a whole new world (to' up man)
Most cannabis consumers report it second only to snakes
And grass will change your musical habits, for the better

{*scratched: "America's most blunted!"*}
{"Soon as he start sleepin, catchin you off guard"}
{"If you'll all gather closer at the phonograph"}
Where Quas at? {"Yo!"} Doom, you got the trees?
{"America's most blunted!"}

[MF Doom]
Quas, when he really hit scar mode
Never will he boost loose Phillies with the barcode
Or take a whole carload on a wasted trip
Or slit White Owl laced tip from tip with yip
Some rather baggies others like they cracks and browns
Catch a tag, roll a bag of swag in a Black'n'Mild
See twist Optimo, just the raw leaf part
The list top gold, bust before beef start
At the Stop'n'Go Mart, actin like a spirit host done it
{"America's most blunted!"} Yeah, yo
Doom nominated for the best rolled L's
And they wondered how he dealt with stress so well
Wild guess? You could say he stay sedated
Some say buddha'd, some say faded
Someday pray that he will grow a foreign barn full
Recent research show it's not so darn harmful (true)
Sometimes you might need to detox
It can help you with your rhyme flow and your beatbox
Off spite to your surprise
Turn a Newport Light to a joint right before your eyes
Tear a page out the good book, hear it how you want it
{"America's most blunted!"}

[Chorus]
{"Comin kinda stupid from the station"} {"blunted"}
{"Amazing loops, loops, loops.."} {"blunted"}
{*"The-th-the-best, the-th-best, the-the-the, the best in your perimeter"*}
Yo I can't find that nigga Metal Face nowhere (oh alright)
{"America's most blunted!"}

[Lord Quas]
Doom! The Madvillain killin mad boom
Consume weed and drink brew 'til we perfume the room
The beat conductor smoke twenty-four/seven
Shady.. you can even ask my reverand
Willie knows, how the Phillies roll, really though
I spend my last dough, to pick up the sticky gold
I spark the lah, but don't {fuck} with speed or trees with seeds
Quasimoto crew, we get keyed
The most blunted on the map
The one astro black, in the alley, with a hoodrat
Hoodrat.. when you try to react
{*belch*} Even your pops got smacked
Even your moms got cracked
Meanwhile!! While my bowl got packed
Drop X so you can have good sex (what, no)
I smoke dank so I can grow me a shank
I got the fat sack {shh} all day I'm on it
Who are we? {"America's most blunted!"}

[Outro]
{"Comin kinda stupid from the station"} {"blunted"}
{"Amazing loops, loops, loops.."} {"blunted"}
{"America's most blunted!"}
Creativity, it's a known fact that grass increases creativity
from eight, to eleven times. In fact, everyone finds that they're
more creative stoned, than straight. So remember!
M-A-R-I-J-U... {*xylophone*} ... A-J-U-A-N-A {*xylophone*}
Mari-ah.. {*xylo*} ..juana {*xylo*} Mari-whana {*xylo*}
{*laughter*}
also:
herb got my wig fried like a bad perm
what the blod....clot
we smoke pot
and blow spots

[avantgarde1]

um...... didn't i just post that one? DOOM is the shit though huh?

[uhler]

gza - pass the bone

No stems no seeds that you don't need
Acupulco Gold is *inhales* *deep voice* BAD ASS WEED

Intro: Genius, Rakeem

Yo this is the Gka-gka-Genius
and I got the brotha Prince Rakeem on the side
You know we got the sess bones in the house
And yo God I'ma pass you the bone

Pass the bone kid, pass the bone
Pass the bone kid, pass the bone
Pass the bone kid, pass the bone
Pass the bone, so I can rule the micraphone

Verse One: Prince Rakeem

Rakeem is feelin lovely, word a pocket full of dough
A little drunk, reaction's mad slow
Thinkin, should I go to the club scene
And do what? And bag a rub-a-dub queen
Another thing, beyond the cream, I wanted to get ripped
Put my lips on a blunt tip
It's been two weeks, since I last sparked it
Went down to the club floors
Five dollar fee, plus ID
But a brother like me, gassed his way in for free
Word, took a bar seat
Got a tall glass, of sex on the beach
Turned to my left, saw this girl she was slammin sir
Oooh, what ya do kid? I examined her
Pushed up, I tried to bag her, for her name
What happened? I didn't have the game
Overwhelmed, by a scent in the air
Could it be? Yes, yeah, a potent bag of sess there
It was Raekwon and Loud Jerome
They had a bone, you mean a blunt? A palmetto
I said pass the bone, pass the bone
Pass the bone kid, pass the bone
They passed it, took one pull I was blasted
Felt kind of stimulated, fan-tastic
We approached the weak cypher
Did you surprise her? I tranquilized her
Bagged her, for her name and address
Slid to her rest, acheived mad success
But did you bone her? Did I bone her?
Did I bone her; you shoulda heard her moan

Pass the bone, pass the bone
Pass the bone kid, pass the bone
Pass the bone kid, pass the bone
Yo Genius, flip the micraphone

Verse Two: Genius

Yo, pass the bone, kid pass the bone
Pass the bone, kid pass the bone
Pass the bone, kid pass the bone
Pass the bone so I control the micraphone

Yo check it
Outside a nightclub what? We shine some young bloods
Drinkin forties right down to the suds
Ready to flow inside and rip the mic phone
Hmm, and all I needed was a sess bone
And guess who come down the block stumbling drunk
Ason, with two bags of skunk
Pull out the blunt put the weed inside
Roll it up tight, then the flame was applied
Inhale, but not pertaining to cough
Exhale, you know like two pulls and off
Stimulated kind of toxie
Seen a girl who was foxy, yo but she needed
OxyWash, oh my gosh, yo not to disrespect
But back to the subject
The brothers rolled up on the scene that I had known
Smelled the skunk and said "Yo pass the bone!"
I said, "Lounge G" there's not enough to pass around
So go get a bag from Uptown
I gave a pound to the brothers who was sweatin
What about the Wisdoms? Yo they was stressin me
"Hey Genius, Genius, when ya Come Do Me
Step to me, you know screw me"
Just another red bone, that I had bagged in the red zone
And took home to get my head flown
Forget about the weak cypher, so I slid to the back
Leavin tracks of smoke stacks
that originated from the sess crops
Give me the mic and watch me get props

Pass the bone, yo, kid pass the bone
Pass the bone, kid pass the bone (6X)
Pass the bone, so I control the microphone

[batreleaser]

Originally Posted by avantgarde1

um...... didn't i just post that one? DOOM is the shit though huh?

yeah sorry, i totally missed ur post.

so i got another one:

"i got my first piece of ass smokin blunts with hash"


or:

Bitch ass niggaz counterfeit the funk

I smoke the bead and the skunk, tree top of the trunk

Moonshine drunken monk, YaHEAD, get shrunk

The touch of skunk, I be fuckin bitches by the chunk

[avantgarde1]

lol, i love that song! RIP ODB!

[val-holla-ing]

Originally Posted by finding nobody

That is amazing also. One of the best songs ever written
Here's Buddah Lovaz (chopped and screwed) for all you good people to download
http://www.badongo.com/file/5378463

shit! this reminds me of being a kid and listening to e. 1999 eternal chopped and screwed on screw tapes waaaay before it left the texas/west louisiana area.

thanks!