Lyrics:
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his privates
I've died and went to heaven
I'm gon' OD on this shit in a second
I got that black shit all over my presence
All on my bowls and my pipes, they got resin
rock maconha é o roll um beck na seda no pipe ou no bowl
Maconha todo dia maconha toda hora maconha pra almuçar e tbm pra relaxar
Maconha é o rock
the fuckin' pipe, we ain't done with the bowl
Done with the bowl, we ain't done with the bowl
Done with the bowl, we ain't done with the bowl
Done with
Sippin’ on liquor copin’ no jokin
Couldn’t focused how it feel to be floatin
Loathin’ in the moment
Smokin’ my lungs too strong to fuck em up
Pipe
king cole put down his pipe and bowl
And joined the other dolls and danced the polka
The gingham cowboy rode his rockin' horse
And tried to rope
King Cole there's a pipe and bowl
On Little Red Riding Hood's Christmas Tree
A mama doll for Little Bo Peep
To take the place of her little lost sheep
the people shook up
Off the smoke from the pounds
Pack another bowl in the pipe if you want hell
Maybe we can lace another load make the song sell
Let me
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl
And he called for his fiddlers
the light
Grab the weed up, pack it in, put it in the pipe
Light it up, smoke a bowl, we puffin the lye right
Put your finger on the hole and hold it in
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he.
He called for his pipe,
And he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers
Old King Cole
Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he
He called for his pipe,
And he called for his bowl,
And he called for
guess it fits with this beat, fuck it, I'm going in
Yo, microphone checker
Knife to hole, met ya
Pipe & bowl, best one
Time to go, get up
Time to call
something
Light something
Smoke something
Roll something
Light something
Smoke something
In the big CO
You know how it's done
Pipes papers bowls bongs
be
Well my woman's got the heart like a rock
Like a rock cast in the sea
Well I don't need nothing
Just my bowl and my pipe, hey, hey, hey (potato,
Sure as Subroc's clippers etch and
Clip to your wig
We'll do the gig so make your mind
Thumb twiddlers
The pipe, the bowl or us fiddlers
Don't riddle us
How do you get high?
How do you get high?
I'm down with no plans
One thing I don't understand
How do you get high?
Long pipe, big bowl
You
should know (hooooo)
Stacking up the money like rite now
Shawty came to visit in her night gown
Bunnies overload tellem pipe down
I need a whole bowl
Old King Cole
Was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
He called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his fiddlers three
Old King Cole
Was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
He called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his fiddlers three
[Richter]
Left P-Town headin' out to Riverside
Crusin in the ride, doin' bout 85
Starin' at my pipe with no bowls to pack
'cause in my pocket all
As I take another choke and toke of icky sticky stanky
Stuff a bowl, pack a pipe, twist a blunt, roll and light a joint
Lean back and puff slow
Old King Cole
was a merry old soul
and a merry old soul was he;
He called for his pipe
and he called for his bowl
and he called for his fiddlers
She slurping my pipe like a bowl of spaghetti
I'm Told her I'm ready, I'm drippin like Fiji
I gave her good dick but the sex has no meaning
I treat
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