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Stoned Is the Way of the Walk

Cypress Hill

Live at the Fillmore [Clean]

2000

tryin' to 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 want

Stoned Is the Way of the Walk

Cypress Hill

Cypress Hill

1991

tryin' to 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 want

pull it out the socket, uh
Pull her hair like it's tug-o-war
"Do not disturb" sign on the door
Need to record, so I got a camcorder
I'm playing Pandora,

TrainWreck

De La Soul

And the Anonymous Nobody

2016

Don't walk out there with your hand open
Good things come to those who wait
She don't even care about who she is
She don't care about nothing

the bushes sipping goose
Burning down your neck like a noose
With the homies hanging
Niggas riding by, we twisting fingers
Gang banging, set claiming
Oh if

incoherent when I wrote this
Mainly a marijuana proponent, but
I was lifted by the difference of the night
Not a single unsupporter, not a serpentine in sight,

sew it up, turn it to some hoe shit
Show out on the gram, trick a nigga get some mo' shit
Drive a nigga nuts for he really even notice
No it's not

remember i was Really Your fave
Cause i’m out here, and you know This
Bitch i get it poppin like a blowfish
Go out to eat by myself get a table for One in

the bro-no-no-no-no
In the lunchroom, that's bad bad bad
Got her ass beat by an Nyla made the bed rock
Not talking Fortnite, but we about to make a headshot
Ceianna

Fucked a lil hoe and she ain't even know me
Ever since then I been all by my lonely
But now I smoke gas and get turnt with the homies
Bitch, Gang
But now I

synthesizer says otherwise advising me to take off yo cool or throw ya hands up I’ll call before I come but hell I may not even show up tho how many knowing

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, ye, ye, ye
Ye, ye, ye
Teej, huh
XLV
Yuh, yeah
Bitch, I'm never blue, 'cause I keep a couple 'Dibas
By my side

and flyest around and it's not even close
They act like they wouldn't fuck with me at all if we ever decide to switch roles
Baby you know I'm problem, O'Neal

not adequate
Or fast enough
Bullets tag you up
Can't even patch 'em up
You'll need an advocate
Ain't no catching up
Unless you catching dust
You can't

can't rock with the kid
See my rocks on gliss flip flop on the whip
Why would I be broke when Jesus owns all of this
My daddy is rich but not just in

with seeds
Back to back blowing I couldn't even breathe
Now that shit come vacuum sealed by the Ps
I can't believe I got caught with them trees
I took

of being entirely ruled 
By who's who lists and tweetdeck schools 
It's a living youtube, like share and subscribe 
I'm running wide hootie who for

know we the ones who finna risk it all
Could never be a champion all by yourself
Fucking with some shit that used to lead me wrong 
Wonder why I didn’t

grows stronger, more
Present with each day the need
The urge to find you
Through the trees, all the trees,
You
Always slipping by somehow
Wround

saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones

hand, palm trees and sand

And a jam by the Zac Brown Band that'll cause me to dance
Feelin' like anything could just fall in my lap
Not a flaw in my

Dr. Octagon

Dr. Octagon

Dr. Octagonecologyst

1996

like this could even make the devil commit suicide 
hung from a tree on Johannesburg with no parachute 
Big-Bigfoot captured by UFO's 
Haloes were

can’t even trust me
All the things that I done...
She could never trust in me
I know it’s hard to see
The forest for the trees
The forest for the trees

and lift me up
Take me by the waist and lift me up

We can keep it lowkey
Underneath the palm trees
But do you even want me
Do you even want me
We can keep