Lyrical Breakdown of Stoned Is the Way of the Walk - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Stoned Is the Way of the Walk" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Cypress Hill weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Stoned Is the Way of the Walk" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Cypress Hill employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Cypress Hill's narrative.

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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 An' 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 & 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 buddah thats stinkey They wanna' scruff but, they' just so rinky-dinky I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk Sen gotts the Philly, an' he's gonna light the blunt Sippin' curfew makes me go koo-koo Somthin' like loco then turn in to this loocoo Binggin the beta, yea, now the funk is risen Got the beta bass and the nasal highzen As I kick atrip, it comin' straight from my siness Crazy nasal vocals, cannot make the hotties loco I rimemba sista Maggie, breast were kinda saggy Used to sell me buddah outta fucked up little Honeyd 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' thnk I'm gonna Just for some buddah, she wanted me ta bone her Deminin', Ya think ya meanin' I got somethin' for the hoes ta be skeamin' on I'm the Buddah-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 exploition (poin't) For we are the ones stonein' in the ways of the mastas Stoned is the walk Stoned is the walk Stoned is the walk Stoned is the walk Hit they, hit they ass Make the buddah get stinkey Wooooo, Woooo