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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, me a cake as fast as you can
Polish up the crown, then watch it
The Kottonmouth Kings are on the line

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

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

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

Now I'm up on the clip and I'm pullin' through
I see the black hole that say, "I missed you"
I can feel the in my chest
I let go, I'm stress free, there's no worries
Runnin' so my travels and my eyes gloss
I reminisce about the days I 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, 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 and let my mind start to trip

Why me, D-Loc, me the stoner of the krew
If you fuckin' with my stash then I'm fuckin' you
Saint got my back, "Man I thought you knew"
Fly rhymes, high times, Suburban comin' through

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

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

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

I'm D-Locer ,the late night
Royal flush got you bluffin' 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 strikes 12, ask me where I'm gonna go
baby, suburban jugalo

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

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

Well, I'm D-Loc blazin' grass
Got the phunky green buds and the transparent
If I had you a 20 my sack you pass
If it comes up I'm gonna 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 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 doll
I to get high and play dunkball, dunkball, dunkball
Dunkball, dunkball,
I like to get high a punk y'all
Kottonmouth's in the house so pack ya
We ain't nothin' but some big Coast jugalos

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

burnt, smokin' herb
Just an everyday in the suburbs
high, treble 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]
ya come to P-Town, bye bye, bye bye