[Intro]

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 (We got what you want, Copenhagen)

Since we smoke a lot of mad weed (Give the people buddah)

Indo, gentlemen (Yeah, um, hahaha)

You must love the buddah (Listen, man, your mama's weed theme is hip-hop)

You gotta smoke some bomb, man

[Verse 1: Slimkid3]

Trapped in the cockpit at forty thousand feet

The sky is the limit, but we supersede

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

[Pre-Chorus]

Pack it up, pack it in (I get high, I love gettin' high)

Pack it up, pack it in (I'ma get high 'til I die)

Pack it up, pack it in (Can I have a light? Where is my bud?)

[Chorus]

The pipe, the pipe (Pack it up, pack it in)

Let's pack the pipe

The pipe, the pipe (Pack it up, pack it in)

Let's pack the pipe

The pipe, the pipe (Pack it up, pack it in)

Let's pack the pipe

The pipe, the pipe (Pack it up, pack it in)

Let's pack the pipe

[Verse 2: Bootie Brown]

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, he 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, 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 indo or sess

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 moving down the line?

[Chorus]

The pipe, the pipe (Pack it up, pack it in)

Let's pack the pipe

The pipe, the pipe (Pack it up, pack it in)

Let's pack the pipe

The pipe, the pipe (Pack it up, pack it in)

Let's pack the pipe

The pipe, the pipe (Pack it up, pack it in)

Let's pack the pipe

[Verse 3: Fatlip]

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

After the other, then another 'cause I'm rollin' in the dough

So we rolling the indo as if the kid didn't know

He's lookin' through the window, yo, why we tryna 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 a tasty tantalizer

The bud, not the beer, 'cause the bud makes me wiser (Figaro)

So I said, "Come here, little man" (What you want, 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 nature's little way of sayin' hi? (Thank you, old man)

So pack the pipe

[Chorus]

The pipe, the pipe (Pack it up, pack it in)

Let's pack the pipe

The pipe, the pipe (Pack it up, pack it in)

Let's pack the pipe

The pipe, the pipe (Pack it up, pack it in)

Let's pack the pipe

The pipe, the pipe (Pack it up, pack it in)

Let's pack the pipe

[Verse 4: Imani]

Twisting, turning, burning, rings of fire when I come into your lair

Say you'll pay a 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 endo no jokin', I'm doin' it like this

I hope I do not get this by anybody (Yo, where's Quinton?)

[Interlude]

By anybody (Quinton, Quinton, where are you?)

By anybody (Yo)

By anybody (Quinton, Quinton, come here)

What? Uh-huh, uh-huh (Who got a lighter? Imani's got a lighter)

Ah, kick somethin' on the mic

[Verse 5: Quinton]

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 in the world's goin' on, I don't know what's up

The bitch smokes a lot of heron

Every day, a hard basehead, I don't know what to say

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

[Outro]

The pipe, the pipe

Let's pack the pipe

The pipe, the pipe

Let's pack the pipe

The pipe, the pipe

Let's pack the pipe (I saw ya—)

Say when

The pipe, damnit!

That was dope in the nostrils and nose and it's completing the run