Cypress Hill Lyrics
Cypress Hill Lyrics
"Stoned is the Way of the Walk Lyrics"
Sister Lyrics
see me walking aimlessly about, don't know whether to whisper or to shout, i could be wrong, i could be very, very right. here i stand, innocence in my room she's naked in my bed, wild thoughts inside my head oh no! she's my... sister, with her, don't let your heart
see me walking aimlessly about, don't know whether to whisper or to shout, i could be wrong, i could be very, very right. here i stand, innocence in my room she's naked in my bed, wild thoughts inside my head oh no! she's my... sister, with her, don't let your heart
(Chorus)
Stoned is the way of the Walk,
Stoned is the way of the Walk,
Verse 1 ( B-real)
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,
The Key Lyrics
Lightning and foam make a pelican fly Copper and snow make a dusky blue boy Your hair looks like copper Your eyes look the same We dance all night We dance all night You don't inspire a metric ton of trust 'Cause I'm on fire and so is all my stuff A
Speak it like a rolla', and you know it's rolled tightly,Lightning and foam make a pelican fly Copper and snow make a dusky blue boy Your hair looks like copper Your eyes look the same We dance all night We dance all night You don't inspire a metric ton of trust 'Cause I'm on fire and so is all my stuff A
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(Sen Dog: 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,
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Image Of The Horned King Lyrics
[lyrics by Trondr, 1997] Slumbering through the burning desert, total lack of liquid Oh gods of this place, please bring me thy vine I could almost drink the blood of Jesus I would dry his veins until he fell down in a pile of skin I fell down out of exhaustion, my fac
mthin' like loco then turn in to this loocoo,[lyrics by Trondr, 1997] Slumbering through the burning desert, total lack of liquid Oh gods of this place, please bring me thy vine I could almost drink the blood of Jesus I would dry his veins until he fell down in a pile of skin I fell down out of exhaustion, my fac
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 baggies,
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
Isn't It a Pity? Lyrics
Why did I wander Here and there and yonder Wasting precious time For no reason or rhyme Isn't it a pity Isn't it a crime My journeys ended Everything is splendid Meeting you today Has given me a wonderful idea Here I stay It's a funny thing
eanin', Why did I wander Here and there and yonder Wasting precious time For no reason or rhyme Isn't it a pity Isn't it a crime My journeys ended Everything is splendid Meeting you today Has given me a wonderful idea Here I stay It's a funny thing
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),
Cause 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,
(Sen- Dog)
Hit they, hit they ass,
(B-Real)
make the buddah get stinkey
Wooooo, Woooo
(Alas, Cap'in there's a ship in sight,
Huhu, Blast 'em!)
Stonend is the walk,