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

Fly rhymes, high
Noize gotta be on the front line
Zig Zags, sacs
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 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
Voices 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 knockin' on door?

Now I'm loading up on the clip and I'm pullin'
I see the little black 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 and my eyes gloss
I reminisce about the days I hung big hoss
And though he's locked down, man, he still knows
That Saint 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, times, Suburban Noize comin' through

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

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

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

I'm D-Locer ,the late 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 Saint Dog but ya already
sick fly, still high, dope style flow
When my clock strikes 12, ask me where I'm go
P-Town baby, suburban

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

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

Well, I'm D-Loc steady blazin'
Got the phunky green buds and the glass
If I had you a 20 then my sack you
If it comes up I'm gonna bust 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 lifestyle, so I say fuck you

I got 2 skateboards, I eat hash and
My uncle, my pops, buyin' me a van
I got a girlish girl, I call her Tiki
I to get high and play dunkball, dunkball, dunkball
Dunkball, dunkball,
I like to get high ain't a punk
in the house so pack ya bowls
We ain't nothin' but some big West Coast

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

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

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