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These fly rhymes and times are brought to you by Suburban Noize
D-Loc, Saint Vicious, DJ B, Pakelika
The bakers man, me a cake as fast as you can
Polish up the crown, then watch it
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' 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 out the hoop
Grip my sac tightly 'coz I'm about to
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 1 more
I'm in the sky, am I knockin' on heaven's

Now I'm loading up on the clip and I'm through
I see the little black that say, "I missed you"
I can the expansion in my chest
I let go, I'm stress free, there's no left
Runnin' so my mind and my eyes gloss
I reminisce about the days I hung with big
And even he's locked down, man, he still knows
Saint Dog's got love for his big bro, I gotta go

Goin', goin', gone, that's it blazed my last sack
to the head, so I can see black
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 got my back, "Man I thought you knew"
Fly rhymes, high times, Suburban Noize comin'

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

Now Mary Jane, she's my
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 white on the outside
But on the it's full of bitches
An ounce of erb and 17

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

I'm ,the late night toker
Royal flush got you bluffin' like a game of
'66 stylie, goes smiley
I like to get high and live the of Riley
Now I'm Dog but ya already know
That sick fly, still high, dope flow
my clock strikes 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 with some big macs

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

Well, I'm D-Loc steady blazin'
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 I drank too many brews?
Star lifestyle, so I say fuck 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 to get high ain't a punk y'all
in the house so pack ya bowls
We ain't nothin' but big West Coast jugalos

Fly rhymes, times
Suburban gotta be on the front line
screens, dope feen
No thing but think King

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

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