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

Fly rhymes, high
Suburban Noize gotta be on the front
Zig Zags, sacs
the girls 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

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

Now I'm loading up on the and I'm pullin' through
I see the little black hole say, "I missed you"
I can feel the in my chest
I let go, I'm stress free, no worries left
so my mind travels and my eyes gloss
I reminisce the days I hung with big hoss
And even though he's 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 last
Case to the head, so I can see
So yo, that, pack me another rip
So I can lay and let my mind start to trip

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

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

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

Who's that 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 quit

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

Fly rhymes, times
Suburban Noize be on the front line
Zig Zags, sacs
Ask the girls they be ridin' some big macs

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

Well, I'm D-Loc steady blazin'
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 leader of the
man hittin' hard on the avenue
Or is it all I drank too many brews?
Porn Star lifestyle, so I say you

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

Fly rhymes, times
Suburban gotta be on the front line
screens, dope feen
No thing but think Kottonmouth

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

Yeah, Kottonmouth
ya more 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