Stoned Iz the Way Lyrics

Song	Stoned Iz the Way
Artist	Black Moon
Album	Total Eclipse
Download	Image LRC TXT

	作曲 : Blake, Dewgarde
	Stoned is the way of the walk
	In New York, shit is real, number one, grime this meal
	Now I'm for real, my mind's designed to kill
	Like mutha****as who behind them chills, and I'm still
	Settin' it off, lettin' it off, begin it
	Rough til my ending, leavin' in trust linen
	Little Buck, bad ass ****, whatever now
	Got smart with the hustle, shot clever now
	Set 'em down, make way for the king
	Hailin' from New York, New York, the big city of schemes
	Man, I'm mean, it's so many rumors, cause I
	Stay fly, and do crimes, with alibi
	That's why, y'all be lookin' like, y'all them Brooklyn Knights
	You know the type, gettin' niggaz on or off the night
	So get on it right, cause we off the chain like bikes when they stoled
	And all of my niggaz like when it's cold
	Cause in the winter, I begin to, alotta other shit
	Now BDI means Buck Does It
	Hennessey, you guzzle it, cause wasn't this, the recovenent
	If it ever was, we covered it, we thuggin' it
	Like Joe and the R, no film, but y'all can still get shot
	When you pose on your car, slow up pa
	You should get you dough up, pa
	So I can stick ya like a blow up doll, now grow up y'all
	Bidididididi-da-di-day, bidididididi-da-di-day
	Stoned is the way - of the walk
	In New York, shit is real
	And everywhere you go, you know the deal
	Now let me show you how the East Coast rock
	Better yet, how these toasts pop
	Keep frontin', and your magazine team don't need those props
	Only mag' I need is on machine gun tops, now take it back
	You said something? I said it back
	And next time it's a bomb, in your watch, when you send it back
	We the true Men in Black, cause we don't wear suits
	And ties, when we shoot you guys, in fact
	It's still Timbs and Carhart jeans
	With my team in the dark art beam
	Man, you know how hard I scheme, to get cream
	To get this far and come off with a jar of steam
	That's y'all dream, shit, pardon me
	I got to make moves in the game, give a **** about losin' the fame
	Better yet, losin' ya brain, the more or less, losin' ya name
	Cause you won't be losin' no pain, who movin' this mayne?
	Bidididididi-da-di-day, bidididididi-da-di-day
	Stoned is the way - of the walk
	In New York, shit is real
	And everywhere you go, you know the deal
	Caught up in the street life, everybody think it's a sweet life
	I mean, it's sweet, if you eatin' right
	But nine times out of ten, the mind tricks the body again
	The body go for the shotty to win
	The brain split, ain't shit, niggaz talk alot
	But loose lips sink ships, and you about to drop
	And I don't mean no record, be double o, be double you
	We never know, he never knew, check it
	Boots and jeans, all hoops and dreams
	The ghetto model just to get out of the ruthless scene
	We call the hood, so it's all good, I hustled up state
	In the woods, with po' nine, put your face in the mud
	I had to grind, double time, get mine, listen to dudes
	That shine, movin' through them ruthless times
	Bidididididi-da-di-day, bidididididi-da-di-day
	Stoned is the way - of the walk
	In New York, shit is real
	And everywhere you go, you know the deal

	zuo qu : Blake, Dewgarde
	Stoned is the way of the walk
	In New York, shit is real, number one, grime this meal
	Now I' m for real, my mind' s designed to kill
	Like mutha as who behind them chills, and I' m still
	Settin' it off, lettin' it off, begin it
	Rough til my ending, leavin' in trust linen
	Little Buck, bad ass , whatever now
	Got smart with the hustle, shot clever now
	Set ' em down, make way for the king
	Hailin' from New York, New York, the big city of schemes
	Man, I' m mean, it' s so many rumors, cause I
	Stay fly, and do crimes, with alibi
	That' s why, y' all be lookin' like, y' all them Brooklyn Knights
	You know the type, gettin' niggaz on or off the night
	So get on it right, cause we off the chain like bikes when they stoled
	And all of my niggaz like when it' s cold
	Cause in the winter, I begin to, alotta other shit
	Now BDI means Buck Does It
	Hennessey, you guzzle it, cause wasn' t this, the recovenent
	If it ever was, we covered it, we thuggin' it
	Like Joe and the R, no film, but y' all can still get shot
	When you pose on your car, slow up pa
	You should get you dough up, pa
	So I can stick ya like a blow up doll, now grow up y' all
	Bididididididadiday, bididididididadiday
	Stoned is the way of the walk
	In New York, shit is real
	And everywhere you go, you know the deal
	Now let me show you how the East Coast rock
	Better yet, how these toasts pop
	Keep frontin', and your magazine team don' t need those props
	Only mag' I need is on machine gun tops, now take it back
	You said something? I said it back
	And next time it' s a bomb, in your watch, when you send it back
	We the true Men in Black, cause we don' t wear suits
	And ties, when we shoot you guys, in fact
	It' s still Timbs and Carhart jeans
	With my team in the dark art beam
	Man, you know how hard I scheme, to get cream
	To get this far and come off with a jar of steam
	That' s y' all dream, shit, pardon me
	I got to make moves in the game, give a about losin' the fame
	Better yet, losin' ya brain, the more or less, losin' ya name
	Cause you won' t be losin' no pain, who movin' this mayne?
	Bididididididadiday, bididididididadiday
	Stoned is the way of the walk
	In New York, shit is real
	And everywhere you go, you know the deal
	Caught up in the street life, everybody think it' s a sweet life
	I mean, it' s sweet, if you eatin' right
	But nine times out of ten, the mind tricks the body again
	The body go for the shotty to win
	The brain split, ain' t shit, niggaz talk alot
	But loose lips sink ships, and you about to drop
	And I don' t mean no record, be double o, be double you
	We never know, he never knew, check it
	Boots and jeans, all hoops and dreams
	The ghetto model just to get out of the ruthless scene
	We call the hood, so it' s all good, I hustled up state
	In the woods, with po' nine, put your face in the mud
	I had to grind, double time, get mine, listen to dudes
	That shine, movin' through them ruthless times
	Bididididididadiday, bididididididadiday
	Stoned is the way of the walk
	In New York, shit is real
	And everywhere you go, you know the deal

	zuò qǔ : Blake, Dewgarde
	Stoned is the way of the walk
	In New York, shit is real, number one, grime this meal
	Now I' m for real, my mind' s designed to kill
	Like mutha as who behind them chills, and I' m still
	Settin' it off, lettin' it off, begin it
	Rough til my ending, leavin' in trust linen
	Little Buck, bad ass , whatever now
	Got smart with the hustle, shot clever now
	Set ' em down, make way for the king
	Hailin' from New York, New York, the big city of schemes
	Man, I' m mean, it' s so many rumors, cause I
	Stay fly, and do crimes, with alibi
	That' s why, y' all be lookin' like, y' all them Brooklyn Knights
	You know the type, gettin' niggaz on or off the night
	So get on it right, cause we off the chain like bikes when they stoled
	And all of my niggaz like when it' s cold
	Cause in the winter, I begin to, alotta other shit
	Now BDI means Buck Does It
	Hennessey, you guzzle it, cause wasn' t this, the recovenent
	If it ever was, we covered it, we thuggin' it
	Like Joe and the R, no film, but y' all can still get shot
	When you pose on your car, slow up pa
	You should get you dough up, pa
	So I can stick ya like a blow up doll, now grow up y' all
	Bididididididadiday, bididididididadiday
	Stoned is the way of the walk
	In New York, shit is real
	And everywhere you go, you know the deal
	Now let me show you how the East Coast rock
	Better yet, how these toasts pop
	Keep frontin', and your magazine team don' t need those props
	Only mag' I need is on machine gun tops, now take it back
	You said something? I said it back
	And next time it' s a bomb, in your watch, when you send it back
	We the true Men in Black, cause we don' t wear suits
	And ties, when we shoot you guys, in fact
	It' s still Timbs and Carhart jeans
	With my team in the dark art beam
	Man, you know how hard I scheme, to get cream
	To get this far and come off with a jar of steam
	That' s y' all dream, shit, pardon me
	I got to make moves in the game, give a about losin' the fame
	Better yet, losin' ya brain, the more or less, losin' ya name
	Cause you won' t be losin' no pain, who movin' this mayne?
	Bididididididadiday, bididididididadiday
	Stoned is the way of the walk
	In New York, shit is real
	And everywhere you go, you know the deal
	Caught up in the street life, everybody think it' s a sweet life
	I mean, it' s sweet, if you eatin' right
	But nine times out of ten, the mind tricks the body again
	The body go for the shotty to win
	The brain split, ain' t shit, niggaz talk alot
	But loose lips sink ships, and you about to drop
	And I don' t mean no record, be double o, be double you
	We never know, he never knew, check it
	Boots and jeans, all hoops and dreams
	The ghetto model just to get out of the ruthless scene
	We call the hood, so it' s all good, I hustled up state
	In the woods, with po' nine, put your face in the mud
	I had to grind, double time, get mine, listen to dudes
	That shine, movin' through them ruthless times
	Bididididididadiday, bididididididadiday
	Stoned is the way of the walk
	In New York, shit is real
	And everywhere you go, you know the deal

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