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

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

Gettin' burnt, smokin'
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
Grip my sac tightly 'coz I'm about to
in my ear the abasherea 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 stand and handle 1
I'm in the sky, am I knockin' on door?

Now I'm loading up on the and I'm pullin' 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, there's no 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 still
That Saint Dog's got love for his big bro, I 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 start to

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

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 like the bitch my world
And everytime our lips
She's got me laughin' like a leaf a bud tree
You know I to stay high, I got that old school ride
'77 bug and it's on the outside
But on the it's full of bitches
An ounce of erb and 17

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

I'm ,the late night toker
flush got you bluffin' like a game of poker
'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, suburban

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

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

Well, I'm D-Loc steady blazin'
Got the phunky buds and the transparent glass
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 because I drank too many
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 call her doll
I like to get and play dunkball, dunkball, dunkball
Dunkball, dunkball,
I to get high ain't a punk y'all
Kottonmouth's in the so pack ya bowls
We ain't nothin' but some big West jugalos

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

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

Yeah, Kings
Bringin' ya more Suburban for ya speakers
Ya tweakers, the pimp daddies, the track down
O.C. underground sound,
ya come to P-Town, bye bye, bye bye