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

Fly rhymes, high
Suburban Noize be on the front line
Zig Zags, sacs
Tell the girls they be ridin' with some big

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

Not I ten steps, turn, and break out the hoop
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 stand and 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 hole that say, "I you"
I can the expansion in my chest
I let go, I'm stress free, there's no left
so my mind travels and my eyes gloss
I reminisce the days I hung with big hoss
And even though locked down, man, he still knows
Saint Dog's got love for his big bro, I gotta go

Goin', goin', gone, that's it blazed my last sack
Case to the head, so I can see
So yo, that's that, pack me rip
So I can lay and let my mind start to trip

Why me, D-Loc, call me the stoner of the
If you fuckin' with my stash then I'm fuckin' you
Saint got my back, "Man I thought you knew"
Fly rhymes, high times, Noize 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 our lips meet
got me laughin' like a leaf from a bud tree
You know I like to stay high, I got that old school
'77 bug and it's white on the
But on the inside full of bitches
An ounce of erb and 17

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

I'm ,the late night toker
Royal flush got you bluffin' like a of poker
'66 stylie, face smiley
I like to get and live the life of Riley
Now I'm Saint Dog but ya already
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 be on the front line
Zig Zags, chronic
Ask the girls they be with some big macs

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

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

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

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

Yeah, Kottonmouth
Bringin' ya more 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