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The Way A Stoner Walks
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The Lost Poems Walking, talking shit but quick to back it up,
now this is the way a stoner walks; laid back,
cool cat where they at, those that be saying
I'm lame, I got no game, don't repeat my name,
better yet keep out your mouth.
Running like a mouse cause' you ran a foul,
"Oh, wow, what you gonna' do now?"
Smile when you past my way, a stoner walks, not
a loner at heart cause' love, I give to all my hoes
especially the ones at the clubs, showing thighs
and pretty toes.
I'm late representing hip hop, hit you with bop gun,
now its no fun if I can have some, hit it then quit it
like everyone else, leave it on the table for whoever
gots next, protection is a must, no matter the lust,
women be wicked sending you back to dust;Trust no
man let alone a bitch. Scratching my balls with my paws,
the way a stoner walks with a lean, gangsta I mean.
I seen the world and inbetween and I think I'm living in
hell, I really can't tell cause' I'm stoned.
Word to my nigga Snoop, like you said homeboy, "It's a
doggydoggworld and the only way to walk is stoned,"
so here I go skipping the next episode, straight to the
new chapter. I want to see how you react to the way
a stoner walks.
(keep talking, watch your step is hot up in the muthafucka )
