B-Real - Stoned Izm lyrics

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 f** around, get f**ed 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 hara**ed but I pick real fast They wanna run and king me, I was tryna crown my a** Ain't got no cla** I hit the gas like the'that's stinky, they on as f** but they just so linky dinky I'm the freaker, the one that freaks the funk sponsored links '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