Stoned Is the Way of the Walk
Cypress Hill Lyrics


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Stoned is the way of the walk,
Stoned is the way of the walk,

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 ya with the baseball bat,
An' ya want to ill though,
Want to 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 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' 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 to Rodney King me,
Always tryin'a crown my ass,
Ain't got no class (No Class)
I hit they' ass like the buddah that's stinky,
They want to 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' after curfew makes me go koo-koo,
Somthin' like loco then turn in to this loocoo,
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 sinus,
Crazy nasal vocals, cannot make the hotties loco,
I rememba 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,
Demeanin', ya think ya know what I', meanin',
I got somethin' for the hoes to 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 Seville,
Then light another joint,
This ain't no exploition
For we are the ones stonin' in the ways of the mastas,

Stoned is the walk,
Stoned is the walk,
Stoned is the walk,
Stoned is the walk,

Hit they ass, hit they ass,





Light the Buddha get stinky

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Cypress Hill's Stoned Is the Way of the Walk can be interpreted in different ways, but it mainly talks about the artist's love for marijuana and how it makes him feel. The title of the song, Stoned Is the Way of the Walk, implies that the artist is walking through life while under the influence of marijuana. The chorus line "Stoned is the way of the walk" is repeated several times to emphasize this idea.


The first stanza begins with the artist, Alley Cat, smoking marijuana and acknowledging that some people view him as a criminal. However, he states that he's not such and proceeds to warn that anyone who messes with him will get hurt. The second verse makes reference to the popular comedy duo Cheech & Chong and how their humor revolves around marijuana usage. Cypress Hill then proclaims their presence in the world of music to be a source of "nice dreams" they wish to give to their fans. The third and final stanza continue with the artist's love for marijuana and appreciation for women.


Line by Line Meaning

Stoned is the way of the walk,
Being high is just how I walk and live my life.


Well, it's the Alley Cat puffin' on a hootie rat,
I am smoking a blunt filled with marijuana while walking in a carefree manner.


Some think I'm a criminal,
People often consider me to be involved in illegal activities.


But, yo I ain't all of that,
However, I am not that type of person.


Hit ya with the baseball bat,
I can hurt you if you mess with me.


An' ya want to ill though,
You're trying to instigate me and make me angry.


Want to mess around,
You're trying to start a fight with me.


You get fucked on the hill bro,
You'll suffer the consequences if you choose to continue with your actions.


Kick it like a steel toe, real slow,
I stand my ground like a steel toe boot, slowly and surely.


Hits from the bong,
When I smoke from a bong,


Make me feel like Cheech,
I feel as cool as Cheech and Chong when they smoke weed.


And I'm kickin' it wit' Chong,
I'm enjoying time with my friend, Chong.


Just like Cheech and Chong frontin' with "Ice Cream",
Reminiscing how Cheech and Chong used to have fun in their movies with their funny antics.


Cypress Hill is here to give you a nice dream,
I exist to help you forget about your worries and nightmares.


Speak it like a rolla', and you know it's rolled tightly,
I speak my truth as if it has been rolled tightly like a blunt.


I'm like the funky beat, so, why ya tryin' to fight me,
My personality is just like a great beat that urges you to dance, so why do you want to fight me?


Pigs often site me, that's not polite G,
Police officers often suspect me of wrongdoing, which is not reasonable, my friend.


And any hour of the day ya know I might be,
They could arrest me at any time.


Harassed by a pig real fast,
Police people very quickly become upset with me


They want to Rodney King me,
They want to hurt me like Rodney King was grievously wounded


Always tryin'a crown my ass,
They're trying to accuse me like a king for something I haven't done.


Ain't got no class (No Class)
They're neglecting and abusing their power.


I hit they' ass like the buddah that's stinky,
I treat these people like useless leftovers.


They want to scruff but, they' just so rinky-dinky,
They try to intimidate me but they have weak arguments.


I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk,
I'm the one who jazzes things up and makes life more interesting.


Sen gotts the Philly, an' he's gonna light the blunt,
Sen has a joint and is going to smoke it.


Sippin' after curfew makes me go koo-koo,
Drinking after curfew time makes me become insane.


Somthin' like loco then turn in to this loocoo,
I go from being a little crazy to being really crazy.


Binggin' the beta,yea, now the funk is risen,
I'm starting to get high and now everything is better.


Got the beta bass and the nasal highzen,
I hear the music's instruments clearly and feel the effects of the marijuana in my nose.


As I kick atrip, it comin' straight from my sinus,
As I rap, it feels like my thoughts are flowing from my sinuses.


Crazy nasal vocals, cannot make the hotties loco,
My raps are unique and weird, and don't really woo the ladies.


I rememba sista Maggie, breast were kinda saggy,
I remember a lady named Maggy who had saggy breasts.


Used to sell me buddah outta fucked up little baggies
She used to sell me weed in messed up bags.


Honeyd up a twenty even when I had no money,
She was kind enough to front me twenty dollars


She said "Pay me back with some latin dick Sonnie"
She wanted me to pay her back with sexual favors.


Well I neva' went out, and I don' thnk I'm gonna,
I never went out with her, and don't think I ever will.


Just for some buddah, she wanted me ta bone her,
Just for weed, she asked me to have sex with her.


Demeanin', ya think ya know what I', meanin',
She demeaned herself and thought I would do to the same.


I got somethin' for the hoes to be skeamin' on,
I have something cool for women to like.


I'm the Buddah-Real take a trip ta hoota'ville,
I'm the real deal when it comes to marijuana, come with me to get some weed.


I'll throw ya out the door, of my big blue Seville,
Jump into my big blue Cadillac and I'll drive you out to get some weed.


Then light another joint,
As we go to pick up more weed, let's light up another joint to smoke while we cruise.


This ain't no exploition
This isn't something to exploit or take advantage of.


For we are the ones stonin' in the ways of the mastas,
We are the ones who are peacefully doing our own thing while the so-called masters have no idea.


Hit they ass, hit they ass,
If they come at us, we'll have to defend ourselves.


Light the Buddha get stinky
Let's smoke another blunt until we are fully high.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: LARRY MUGGERUD, LOUIS M. FREEZE

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Dimebag Darrel

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,
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,
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,
somthin' like loco then turn in to this loocoo,
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,
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 meanin',
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!)
Stoned is the walk



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Beatles0223

It was GREAT being a teenager in the 90s with this stuff floating around!  We seriously need time machines!

Dave Manina

Pete

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jason jordan

Beatles0223 hells yes! I was 14 wen this came out

Pason Jayne

I envy you dudes. My teenage years was full of trash like Drake and G-Eazy😥😥😥

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Haze806

One of the best hip hop groups of all time. I wish rap sounded this good today.

Madnan

Unfortunately it’s underground gotta search hard.

gashauler1000

I'm not a huge fan of rap music, but Cypress Hill is so chill and relaxing, how can you not love'em.

jimmypinch

when i was young my wife left and then i had a bad trip and was on the verge of doing myself in and i put this track on, which instantly saved me from the depths of hell. Felt much better played it about ten times in a row, healed.

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