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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, bake me a as fast as you can
Polish up the crown, watch it shine
The Kottonmouth are on the front line

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

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

Not I take ten steps, turn, and out the hoop
Grip my sac 'coz I'm about to shoot
in my ear the abasherea I can see
Voices whisper clear, "Smoke ST"
So I do, I fire it up, 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 little black that say, "I missed you"
I can feel the in my chest
I let go, I'm free, there's no worries left
Runnin' so my travels and my eyes gloss
I reminisce about the I hung with big hoss
And even he's locked down, man, he still knows
Saint Dog's got love for his big bro, I gotta go

Goin', goin', gone, that's it just blazed my 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 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, times, Suburban Noize comin' through

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

Now Jane, she's my girl
Nowadays seems like the bitch my world
And our lips meet
She's got me laughin' like a leaf 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 of erb and 17 switches

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

I'm D-Locer ,the late toker
Royal flush got you 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 already
That sick fly, high, dope style flow
When my strikes 12, ask me where I'm gonna go
P-Town baby, jugalo

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

Gettin' burnt, smokin'
an everyday thing in the suburbs
Bass high, 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 my sack you pass
If it comes up short I'm bust that ass
Saint Dog, I'm the hog, I'm the leader of the
man hittin' hard on the avenue
Or is it all I drank too many brews?
Star lifestyle, so I say fuck you

I got 2 skateboards, I eat hash and
My uncle, my pops, buyin' 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 ain't a punk y'all
Kottonmouth's in the house so ya bowls
We ain't nothin' but big West Coast jugalos

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

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

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