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

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

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

Not I ten steps, turn, and break out the hoop
Grip my sac tightly I'm about to shoot
in my ear the abasherea 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 stand and 1 more
I'm in the sky, am I on heaven's door?

Now I'm loading up on the and I'm pullin' through
I see the little black hole say, "I missed you"
I can the expansion in my chest
I let go, I'm stress free, there's no left
Runnin' so my mind and my eyes gloss
I about the days I hung with big hoss
And though he's locked down, man, he still knows
That Saint Dog's got for his big bro, I gotta go

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, I'm D-Loc blazin' grass
Got the phunky green buds and the transparent
If I had you a 20 my sack 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 drank too brews?
Porn Star lifestyle, so I say you

I got 2 skateboards, I eat hash and
My uncle, my pops, ain't me a van
I got a girlish girl, I call her 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 house so pack ya
We ain't but some big West Coast jugalos

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

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

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