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

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

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

Not I ten steps, turn, and break out the hoop
Grip my sac '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 stand and handle 1
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 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 reminisce about the days I hung big hoss
And even though he's locked down, man, he knows
That Saint Dog's got for his big bro, I gotta go

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

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

Now Mary Jane, she's my
Nowadays seems 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 old school ride
'77 bug and it's on the outside
But on the inside full of bitches
An ounce of erb and 17

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

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

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

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

Well, I'm D-Loc steady grass
Got the phunky green and the transparent glass
If I had you a 20 then my you pass
If it comes up short I'm gonna that ass
Saint Dog, I'm the hog, I'm the leader of the
Stunt man hittin' on the avenue
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 to get high and play dunkball, dunkball, dunkball
Dunkball, dunkball,
I like to get high ain't a punk
Kottonmouth's in the so pack ya bowls
We ain't nothin' but some big Coast jugalos

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

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

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