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

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

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

Not I take ten steps, turn, and break out the
my sac tightly 'coz I'm about to shoot
Wind in my ear the I can see
whisper clear, "Smoke another ST"
So I do, I fire it up, round 1, 2, now I'm lifted up
3, 4, can I and handle 1 more
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 hole that say, "I missed 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 the days I hung with big hoss
And even he's locked down, man, he still knows
That Saint Dog's got love for his big bro, I go

Goin', goin', gone, it just blazed my last 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 mind to trip

Why me, D-Loc, call me the 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 comin' through

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

Now Mary Jane, my girl
seems like the bitch rules my world
And everytime our meet
She's got me laughin' like a leaf from a bud
You I like to stay high, I got that old school ride
'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 slurs and
"Saint"
Who gets trashed and likes to talk shit?
"Saint"
Get me on a skate and I'll bust a
Man I speak dirt slang and I just can't quit

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

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

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

Well, I'm D-Loc steady grass
Got the phunky green buds and the glass
If I had you a 20 then my sack you
If it comes up short I'm gonna bust ass
Saint Dog, I'm the hog, I'm the 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 girl, I call her Tiki doll
I to get high and play dunkball, dunkball, dunkball
Dunkball, dunkball,
I to get high ain't a punk y'all
Kottonmouth's in the so pack ya bowls
We ain't nothin' but big West Coast jugalos

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

Gettin' burnt, smokin'
Just an everyday thing in the
Bass high, low
but some 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