[Hook] 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 f**ed 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 and 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 Hara**ed by a pig real fast They wanna Rodney King me, always tryin'a crown my a** Ain't got no cla** (Sen Dog: No Cla**) I hit they' a** like the buddah that's stinky They wanna' scruff but, they' just so rinky-dinky I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk Sen got the Philly, and he's gonna light the blunt Sippin' at the kufu make me go cuckoo! Somethin' like loco then I turn into this loocoo Bringin' the beta, yeah, now the funk is risin' Got the beta ba** and the nasal highs and As I kick a trip, it comin' straight from my sinus Crazy nasal vocals, cannot make the hotties loco I remember sista Maggie, breasts were kinda saggy Used to sell me buddha outta f**ed up little baggies Honey'd up a twenty even when I had no money She said "Pay me back with some Latin dick Sonnie" Well I never went out, and I don't think I'm gonna Just for some buddha, she wanted me to bone her Demeaning, ya think ya know what I meanin'' I got somethin' for the ho's ta be schemin' on I'm the Buddha-Real I take a trip ta hoota'ville I'll throw ya out the door of my big blue Seville Then light another joint, this ain't no exploitation (point) For we are the ones strollin' in the ways of the masters [Hook]×2 [Outro: Sen Dog] Hit they a**, hit they a** [B-Real] Make the buddha get stinky (Alas, Cap'in there's a ship in sight) (Huhu, Blast 'em!)