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These fly rhymes and high times are 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 it shine
The Kottonmouth Kings are on the line

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

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

Not I take ten steps, turn, and out the hoop
my sac tightly 'coz I'm about to shoot
Wind in my ear the I can see
whisper clear, "Smoke another ST"
So I do, I it up, round 1, round 2, now I'm lifted up
3, 4, can I stand and 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 little hole that say, "I missed you"
I can the expansion in my chest
I let go, I'm free, there's no worries left
Runnin' so my mind travels and my gloss
I reminisce about the days I hung with big
And even though he's down, man, he still knows
That Saint 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, pack 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' my stash then I'm fuckin' with you
Saint got my back, "Man I thought you knew"
Fly rhymes, high times, Suburban Noize comin'

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

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

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

I'm ,the late night toker
Royal flush got you bluffin' a game of poker
'66 stylie, face goes
I like to get and live the life of Riley
Now I'm Dog but ya already know
That fly, still high, dope style flow
my clock strikes 12, ask me where I'm gonna go
P-Town baby, suburban

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

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

Well, I'm D-Loc blazin' grass
Got the phunky green buds and the transparent
If I had you a 20 then my sack you
If it comes up I'm gonna bust that ass
Dog, I'm the hog, I'm the leader of the krew
Stunt man hittin' hard on the
Or is it all because I drank too brews?
Star 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 girl, I call her Tiki doll
I like to get and play dunkball, dunkball, dunkball
Dunkball, dunkball,
I like to get high a punk y'all
Kottonmouth's in the so pack ya bowls
We ain't nothin' but big West Coast jugalos

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

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

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