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

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

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

Not I take ten steps, turn, and break out the
Grip my sac tightly 'coz I'm about to
Wind in my ear the I can see
Voices whisper clear, "Smoke ST"
So I do, I it up, round 1, round 2, now I'm lifted up
3, 4, can I stand and 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 little black that say, "I missed you"
I can feel the expansion in my
I let go, I'm free, there's no worries left
Runnin' so my travels and my eyes gloss
I reminisce about the days I with big hoss
And even though 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
to the head, so I can see black
So yo, that's that, me another rip
So I can lay back and let my mind to trip

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

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

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

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

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

Fly rhymes, high
Noize gotta be on the front line
Zig Zags, sacs
Ask the girls they be with some big macs

Gettin' burnt, herb
Just an everyday thing in the
high, treble low
Nothin' but some big West jugalos, jugalos

Well, I'm D-Loc 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 bust ass
Saint Dog, I'm the hog, I'm the of the krew
man hittin' hard on the avenue
Or is it all I drank too many brews?
Porn 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 call her Tiki
I to get high and play dunkball, dunkball, dunkball
Dunkball, dunkball,
I like to get ain't a punk y'all
Kottonmouth's in the so pack ya bowls
We ain't nothin' but some big West Coast

Fly rhymes, times
Noize gotta be on the front line
Rezin' screens, dope
No but think Kottonmouth King

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

Yeah, Kottonmouth
Bringin' ya Suburban Noize for ya speakers
Ya tweakers, the pimp daddies, laying the track
O.C. sound, [Incomprehensible]
When ya to P-Town, bye bye, bye bye