Strap On That Jammy Pac
Ween · Pod [1991]
Get a grip on your soul.
Sip on that there family flask,
And I'll guide you towards the door.
She don't feed me in the mornin',
And I can't take no more!
So strap on that there jammy pac,
And get up off my floor.
Strap on that there jammy pac
And slide a double dime my way.
Dry off your distributor cap,
And hip me to the game you play.
She's jonesin' for a jammy
With a girl that I call "Tammy",
So strap on that there jammy pac,
It's time for you to pay.
Strap on that there jammy pac.
She hypnotized one dude.
Stains you like a heart attack.
Van Winkle says "Fuck you."
Never made me no supper.
A boy like me needs it, too!
So strap on that thar jammy pac,
It's time to pay your due.
Strap On That Jammy Pac
This track by Ween serves as a spirited homage to the West Coast hip-hop movement, specifically paying tribute to the late rapper N.W.A. The song appears on the band's 1991 debut album, *Pod*, which established their signature blend of pop sensibilities with punk energy and eccentric humor. By channeling the raw, aggressive style of the gangsta rap era, Ween created a bridge between their own unique sound and the emerging hip-hop culture of the early 1990s. The recording captures the band's characteristic wit and their ability to incorporate contemporary musical trends into their catalog while maintaining their distinct identity. It remains a notable example of their early work that engaged with the broader musical landscape of the time.