Cypress HillStoned Is The Way Of The Walk - LP Version

Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk Well, it's the alley cat puffin' on a hootie rat Some think I'm a criminal but yo, I ain't all of that Hit cha with the baseball bat and ya wanna, ill though Wanna mess around, you get fucked on the hill, bro Kick it like a steel toe, real slow, hits from the bong Make me feel like Cheech and I'm kickin' it wit' Chong Just like Cheech and Chong frontin' with ice cream Cypress hill is here to give you a nice dream Speak it like a rolla' and you know it's rolled tightly I'm like the funky beat, so, why ya tryin' ta fight me? Pigs often site me, that's not polite, G And any hour of the day ya know I might be Harassed by a pig, real fast, they wanna Rodney King me Always tryin'a crown my ass, ain't got no class, no class I hit they' ass like the Buddha that's stinky They wanna scruff but, they just so rinky dinky I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk Sen gots the Philly, and he's gonna light the blunt Sippin' at the curfew makes me go koo koo Somthin' like loco then turn in to this loo coo Binggin the beta, yea, now the funk is risen Got the beta bass and the nasal highzen As I kick a trip, it comin' straight from my siness Crazy nasal vocals cannot make the hotties loco I remember sista Maggie, breast were kinda saggy Used to sell me Buddha outta fucked up little [Incomprehensible] Honeyed up a twenty even when I had no money She said, "Pay me back with some Latin dick, Sonnie" Well, I neva' went out and I don' think I'm gonna Just for some Buddha, she wanted me ta bone her Deminin', ya think, ya meanin' I got somethin' for the hoes ta be skeamin' on I'm the Buddha, real take a trip ta hoota'ville I'll throw ya out the door of my big blue siville Then light another joint, this ain't no exploitation, point 'Cause we are the ones stonein' in the ways of the mastas Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk Hit they ass, hit they ass Make the Buddha get stinky Alas, captain, there's a ship in sight Blast 'em
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