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