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

Fly rhymes, times
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 Coast jugalos,

Not I take ten steps, turn, and out the hoop
Grip my sac tightly 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 on heaven's door?

Now I'm loading up on the and I'm pullin' through
I see the little black that 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 reminisce the days I hung with big hoss
And even though locked down, man, he still knows
That Saint Dog's got love for his big bro, I go

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

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 Noize gotta be on the front
high, treble low
Nothin' but some big Coast jugalos, jugalos

Now Mary Jane, my girl
Nowadays seems the bitch rules my world
And everytime our lips
She's got me laughin' like a 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 inside it's of bitches
An ounce of erb and 17

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

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

Fly rhymes, times
Suburban Noize gotta be on the front
Zig Zags, chronic
Ask the girls be ridin' with some big macs

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

Well, I'm steady blazin' grass
Got the phunky buds and the transparent 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 drank too many
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 girl, I call her Tiki doll
I like to get and play 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 nothin' but big West Coast jugalos

Fly rhymes, times
Suburban Noize be on the front line
screens, dope feen
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, Kings
Bringin' ya Suburban Noize for ya speakers
Ya tweakers, the daddies, laying the track down
O.C. sound, [Incomprehensible]
When ya to P-Town, bye bye, bye bye