B-REAL - Stoned Izm lyrics

rate me

Well, it’s the alley cat puffing on the hoody max

Some think I’m a criminal, yo, I ain’t all of that

Hit you with a baseball bat

When you ill don’t 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 I’m talking it with chrome

Just like Cheeck I’m fronting with the ice-cream

Cypress Hill giving you an ice-cream

Speaking like the bullet in your mouth is on tightly

I’m like a funky beat, why you tryna fight me?

Think soft, incite me, that’s not polite, G

And the apple…I might be harassed but I pick real fast

They wanna run and king me, I was tryna crown my ass

Ain’t got no class

I hit the gas like the…that’s stinky, they on as fuck but they just so linky dinky

I’m the freaker, the one that freaks the funk

…got to Philly and he’s 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 don’t think I’m gonna

…you think you know what I’m meaning?

I got something for the hoes to be scheming…

Then I light another joint

‘Cause this ain’t no exploitation, homes

For we are the ones strolling on the ways of the masters

‘Cause all we do is spark madness