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

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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.
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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

Hit they, hit they ass

Make the buddah get stinkey

Wooooo, Woooo