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These fly rhymes and high times are brought to you by Suburban
D-Loc, Saint Vicious, DJ Bobby B,
The bakers man, me a cake as fast as you can
Polish up the crown, watch it shine
The Kottonmouth are on the front line

Fly rhymes, times
Suburban gotta be on the front line
Zig Zags, chronic
Tell the they be ridin' with some big macs

burnt, smokin' herb
Just an everyday in the suburbs
Bass high, low
Nothin' but some big West Coast jugalos,

Not I ten steps, turn, and break out the hoop
my sac tightly 'coz I'm about to shoot
Wind in my ear the I can see
Voices clear, "Smoke another ST"
So I do, I it up, round 1, round 2, now I'm lifted up
3, 4, can I and handle 1 more
I'm in the sky, am I on heaven's door?

Now I'm loading up on the clip and I'm pullin'
I see the black hole that say, "I missed you"
I can the expansion in my chest
I let go, I'm stress free, no worries left
so my mind travels and my eyes gloss
I reminisce about the days I with big hoss
And even he's locked down, man, he still knows
That Saint got love for his big bro, I gotta go

Goin', goin', gone, that's it blazed my last sack
Case to the head, so I can see
So yo, that's that, pack me rip
So I can lay back and let my start to trip

Why me, D-Loc, call me the of the krew
If you fuckin' with my then I'm fuckin' with you
Saint Dog's got my back, "Man I you knew"
Fly rhymes, high times, Suburban Noize comin'

Fly rhymes, times
Suburban Noize be on the front line
high, treble low
Nothin' but big West Coast jugalos, jugalos

Now Mary Jane, my girl
Nowadays like the bitch rules my world
And everytime our lips
She's got me laughin' a leaf from a bud tree
You know I like to stay high, I got that old school
'77 bug and white on the outside
But on the it's full of bitches
An ounce of erb and 17

that drunk that slurs and spit?
"Saint"
Who gets trashed and likes to some shit?
"Saint"
Get me on a skate and bust a heelflip
Man I speak with dirt and I just can't quit

I'm ,the late night toker
Royal flush got you bluffin' a game of poker
'66 stylie, face goes
I like to get high and live the life of
Now I'm Dog but ya already know
That fly, still high, dope style flow
When my clock 12, ask me where I'm gonna go
baby, suburban jugalo

Fly rhymes, high
Suburban Noize be on the front line
Zig Zags, chronic
Ask the girls they be ridin' with big macs

Gettin' burnt, smokin'
Just an everyday in the suburbs
high, treble low
Nothin' but some big West Coast jugalos,

Well, I'm steady blazin' grass
Got the phunky green buds and the glass
If I had you a 20 then my you pass
If it comes up short I'm gonna that ass
Dog, I'm the hog, I'm the leader of the krew
Stunt man hittin' on the avenue
Or is it all because I too many brews?
Star lifestyle, so I say fuck you

I got 2 skateboards, I eat and spam
My uncle, my pops, ain't me a van
I got a girlish girl, I her Tiki doll
I like to get high and dunkball, dunkball, dunkball
Dunkball, dunkball,
I like to get high a punk y'all
Kottonmouth's in the so pack ya bowls
We ain't nothin' but some big West Coast

Fly rhymes, high
Suburban Noize gotta be on the front
Rezin' screens, feen
No thing but Kottonmouth King

burnt, smokin' herb
Just an everyday thing in the
Bass high, low
Nothin' but big West Coast jugalos, jugalos

Yeah, Kottonmouth
Bringin' ya more Noize for ya speakers
Ya tweakers, the daddies, laying the track down
O.C. underground sound,
When ya to P-Town, bye bye, bye bye