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

Fly rhymes, high
Suburban gotta be on the front 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 West Coast 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
Voices clear, "Smoke another ST"
So I do, I it up, round 1, round 2, now I'm lifted up
3, 4, can I and handle 1 more
I'm in the sky, am I knockin' on door?

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 in my chest
I let go, I'm stress free, no worries left
Runnin' so my mind travels and my eyes
I reminisce the days I hung with big hoss
And even though locked down, man, he still knows
That Dog's got love for his big bro, I gotta 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' with my 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, times
Suburban Noize gotta be on the front
Bass high, low
but some big West Coast jugalos, jugalos

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

Who's that drunk slurs and spit?
"Saint"
Who gets and likes 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 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 Saint Dog but ya know
That sick fly, still high, dope style
When my clock 12, ask me where I'm gonna go
P-Town baby, jugalo

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

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

Well, I'm D-Loc blazin' grass
Got the phunky green and the transparent 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 because I drank too brews?
Star lifestyle, so I say fuck you

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

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

Gettin' burnt, smokin'
an everyday thing in the suburbs
Bass high, low
Nothin' but some big Coast jugalos, jugalos

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