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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, watch it shine
The Kottonmouth Kings are on the front

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

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

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

Now I'm loading up on the clip and I'm through
I see the little hole that say, "I missed you"
I can the expansion in my chest
I let go, I'm stress free, no worries left
Runnin' so my mind travels and my gloss
I about the days I hung 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 to trip

Why me, D-Loc, me the stoner 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 Noize through

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

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

Who's that that slurs and spit?
"Saint"
Who trashed 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 can't

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

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

Gettin' burnt, smokin'
Just an thing in the suburbs
high, treble low
Nothin' but big West Coast 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 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 hittin' hard on the
Or is it all because I too many 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 girlish girl, I her Tiki doll
I like to get high and play dunkball, dunkball,
Dunkball, dunkball,
I like to get high ain't a punk
Kottonmouth's in the house so ya bowls
We nothin' but some big West Coast jugalos

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

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

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