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

Fly rhymes, times
Suburban Noize gotta be on the front
Zig Zags, sacs
Tell the girls they be ridin' with big macs

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

Not I ten steps, turn, and break out the hoop
my sac tightly '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, 1, round 2, now I'm lifted up
3, 4, can I stand and 1 more
I'm in the sky, am I knockin' on door?

Now I'm loading up on the clip and I'm through
I see the little black hole that say, "I you"
I can feel the expansion in my
I let go, I'm free, there's no worries left
Runnin' so my mind travels and my gloss
I reminisce about the days I with big hoss
And though he's locked down, man, he still knows
That Dog's got love for his big bro, I gotta go

Goin', goin', gone, that's it just 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' my stash then I'm fuckin' with you
Saint Dog's got my back, "Man I you knew"
Fly rhymes, high times, Suburban Noize comin'

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

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

Who's that drunk that slurs and
"Saint"
Who trashed and likes to talk some shit?
"Saint"
Get me on a skate and I'll bust a
Man I speak with dirt slang and I just quit

I'm D-Locer ,the late toker
flush got you bluffin' like a game of poker
'66 stylie, goes smiley
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 strikes 12, ask me where I'm go
P-Town baby, suburban

Fly rhymes, times
Suburban Noize be on the front line
Zig Zags, chronic
Ask the girls they be with some big macs

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

Well, I'm D-Loc blazin' grass
Got the phunky green buds and the transparent
If I had you a 20 then my you pass
If it comes up short I'm gonna bust ass
Dog, I'm the hog, I'm the leader of the krew
Stunt man hard 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 and spam
My uncle, my pops, ain't me a van
I got a girlish girl, I call her Tiki
I like to get high and dunkball, dunkball, dunkball
Dunkball, dunkball,
I like to get high ain't a y'all
in the house so pack ya bowls
We ain't nothin' but big West Coast jugalos

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

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

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