I dedicate this to Buddha, this is our song dedicated to nSmokin' weed 'cause we smoke lots of mad weed all the nTimenMad mad madnSo Tre Tre since we smoke a lot of nMad weednYou got what you want Copenhagen nGive the people buddahnIndoe gentlemennA lovely yell oh nThat old boynYou must love the buddahnListen man your nMother's (weed beat) is hip hopnYou gotta scroshobard mannnTrapped in the cockpit nAt forty thousand feet nThe sky is the limit nBut we supersede nThe greed for the speed is like nWay beyond limits nI grab my parachute with like nForks and spoons in it nAnd I'm falling nI'm falling nMy heart rapid rushes nDeath before my eyes nOh why did I trust this nMy reactions are repeated nOver and over and over nOh it seems like I will never be sober nnGet up, pack it in, high, I love gettin' high, Im'a get high n'till I die, can I have a light my brother, where is my budnn[Chorus: x4]nThe pipe, the pipe nLet's pack the pipe nnI look in every hip-hop magazine nIt seems nThat the blunts are being passed around the scenes in teams nAnd the (gomma) man with contraband in lesser amounts nI guess 'cause understands he has his chance passes like Fouts nBut his pass is incomplete 'cause I can tell in the smell nTo let the touch he pass me by nLet the (left) catch hell nIf I wanted to smoke tobacco I'd get a skinny white bitch nI know that Fatlip carries a pack to cure the nicotine itch nBecause the only itch I have is for the indoe or cess nSo don't pass me that mess nOr try to even protest nThat it's adding to the flavor 'cause the old one was fine nWon't you pack the pipe nAnd keep it movin' down the line nn[Chorus: x4]nnI got a big ol' blunt nI'm lampin' on my front porch nAbout to put a torch to it nThen Coco said don't do it nPlease don't hit that shit in front of my little four year old son nShe sent him inside the house meanwhile my Sheri steadily rolled one n[what are you doing (daddy)?] nAfter the other nThen another n'cause I'm rollin' in the dough nSo we rolled in the indoe nAs if the kid didn't know nHe's lookin' through the windoew yo while we tryin' to hide it nTo make a boy grow to be ignorant and misguided nAbout the bud nNow I have to play the part of the adviser nBecause the bud is just the tasty tantalizer nThe bud not the beer 'cause the bud makes me wiser nn[figaro] nSo I said come here little man nWhat ya want old mannAnd with his little hand nHe grabbed the pipe nA lesson in buddah blessin' nNot too young nJust right nSo he started blazin' nIt was amazin' nMy lungs are black and shriveled up like a raisin nBut who am I to deny the kid a try nAt nature's little way of sayin' hi? nThank you old mannSo pack nn[Chorus: x4]nnTwisting turning burning nRings of fire when I come into ya layer nSay ya pay yer fare for the fee nI see nThe pipe nThe pipe is what I like nI'm Imani and I'm hype give me the pipe tonight nI really want to smoke it nI really want to smoke it nnI choke it nThe indoe no jokin' nI'm doin' it like this nnI hope I do not get this by anybody nBy anybody nBy anybody nBy anybody nWhat? uh huh uh huh nnWell where's Quinton, Quinton, Quinton where are you? nYo Quint, Quint come here who got a lighter? Imani got a nLighter, ah kick somethin' on the mikennWhy does your mother smoke pipe nWith crack on the inside nShe likes to take a bus ride with a (shern) stick in her mouth nPreachin' about nWhat the world's goin' on nI don' know what's up nThe bitch smokes nA lot of heron nEvery day a hard nBase head nI don' know what to say nWhere's bus (stop) we'll call you upnLet's pack the pipe nn[Chorus: x3]nnWho packs the booty on the side (wipe) nI crack nI've lost track nIt's a cheap fuckin' pipe nnI saw yanSay whennThe pipe dammit! nnNow it's dark inside nostril an inside nose he completed the run