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      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   The pipe, the pipe, let's pack the pipe      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, he 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 fat lip carries a pack to cure the nicotine itch      Because the only itch I have is for the in doe 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 we keep it movin' down the line      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   The pipe, the pipe, let's pack the pipe      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 mean while my Sheri steadily rolled      One after the other then another 'cause I'm rollin' in the dough   So we rolled in the in doe as if the kid didn't know   He's lookin' through the window 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 adviser   Because the bud is just the tasty tantalizer   The bud not the beer 'cause the bud makes me wiser      So I said come're 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?   So pack the pipe      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   The pipe, the pipe, let's pack the pipe      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 in doe no jokin', I'm doin' it like this   I hope I do not get this by anybody, no by anybody   By anybody, no by anybody   What? Uh huh uh huh      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 base head I don' know what to say      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, the pipe dammit   Now it's dark inside nostril   An inside nose he completed the run