Stoned Izm
Well, its the alley cat puffing on the hoody max
Some think Im a criminal, yo, I aint all of that
Hit you with a baseball bat
When you ill dont you wanna fuck around, get fucked on the heel, bro
Thinking with a steel toe
Real slow hits from the bong make me feel like Cheech and Im talking it with chrome
Just like Cheeck Im fronting with the ice-cream
Cypress Hill giving you an ice-cream
Speaking like the bullet in your mouth is on tightly
Im like a funky beat, why you tryna fight me?
Think soft, incite me, thats not polite, G
And the appleI might be harassed but I pick real fast
They wanna run and king me, I was tryna crown my ass
Aint got no class
I hit the gas like thethats stinky, they on as fuck but they just so linky dinky
Im the freaker, the one that freaks the funk
got to Philly and hes gonna roll the blunt
Sipping out the cufu make me go cuckoo
Something like loco then I turn it to a cycle
Bring
I never went up and I dont think Im gonna
you think you know what Im meaning?
I got something for the hoes to be scheming
Then I light another joint
Cause this aint no exploitation, homes
For we are the ones strolling on the ways of the masters
Cause all we do is spark madness