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

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

Gettin' burnt, herb
Just an everyday thing in the
high, treble 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
in my ear the abasherea 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 knockin' on heaven's

Now I'm loading up on the 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 free, there's no worries left
Runnin' so my mind and my eyes gloss
I reminisce about the I hung with big hoss
And even though he's locked down, man, he still
That Saint Dog's got for his big bro, I gotta go

Goin', goin', gone, that's it just 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, call me the of the krew
If you fuckin' with my stash then I'm with you
Saint got my back, "Man I thought you knew"
Fly rhymes, high times, Noize comin' through

Fly rhymes, high
Suburban Noize gotta be on the line
Bass high, low
but some big West Coast jugalos, jugalos

Now Mary Jane, my girl
Nowadays seems the bitch rules my world
And everytime our lips
She's got me laughin' like a leaf 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 it's full of
An ounce of erb and 17

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

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

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

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

Well, I'm steady blazin' grass
Got the phunky green buds and the transparent
If I had you a 20 my sack you pass
If it comes up short I'm gonna that ass
Saint Dog, I'm the hog, I'm the of the krew
man hittin' hard on the avenue
Or is it all because I drank too brews?
Porn lifestyle, so I say fuck you

I got 2 skateboards, I eat hash and
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 like to get ain't a punk y'all
Kottonmouth's in the 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, dope
No thing but think Kottonmouth

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

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