flashing lights come from everywhere The way they hit her I just stop and stare She's got me love stoned I think I'm love stoned She's got me love stoned
Going wherever you take me Don't know why I put up with the pain 'Cause no one else can make me You've got me going, stoned out of my mind And when
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Alrighty, then ... picture this if you will. 10 to 2 AM, X Yogi DMT and a box of Krispy Kremes, in my need-to-know post just outside Area 51 contemplating
Y'all ready for this? Ha! I don't think so Yeah! Oh, listen to this We gonna come at ya Yo yo yo, all my niggas say, jump up, doc broke out the kennel
Say what? Say what? Say what? I be that short temper, hostile rhyme bringer Lifestyle gone wild, similar to rock singer Check me on the big screen, livin
I lost my innocence at birth but I make no excuses For the trivial things and the pain life induces Bitches are wild and so was I, young and stupid It
I slay punks who don't know their own identity You spit my name and use it like an obscenity You got more skulls in your closet than a Kennedy You're
get stoned Everybody must get stoned Everybody must get stoned Everybody must get stoned Everybody must get stoned Everybody must get stoned Everybody must get stoned Everybody must get stoned
Yeah bitch Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers What you think about that? You brother's don't got it B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle My nizzle, you gon
I remember times I hustle, times I struggle Times I had to get over the everyday shuffle People tryin' to muffle my thoughts and all my dreams too People
Once again We're back It's the big bad Cypress Hill You know what time it is Whoop Whoop Whoop Whoop Whoop Legalize it Cypress Hill will ever die at
Low rider, low rider Low rider, low rider Aw, comin' through fo' real, we, Cypress Hill Oh baby, got that crunk for yo' trunk goin' gangsta crazy We
takea, few steps back I'm on a plane to Jamaica Puffin' a fat wada, talk shit For the fool I'm thinkin' about, I got the ruff shit Hard rock bone breaka, Stoned
I'll admit, I was a wild seed when I was a kid Slangin' dope, poppin' Shroomz and droppin' lots of sin Psychedelic visions would ensue my view Feelin'
You don't know no real shit, nigga This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga You ain't on no real shit, nigga
As I sit in my silver stack thinking about way back Even before I started blazing the chronic sack I was a go wild unfocused troublesome kid Looking up
exploitation 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
