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

Fly rhymes, high
Noize gotta be on the front line
Zig Zags, sacs
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 out the hoop
Grip my sac tightly 'coz I'm about to
in my ear the abasherea I can see
Voices whisper clear, "Smoke 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 heaven's

Now I'm up on the clip and I'm pullin' through
I see the black 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 eyes
I about the days I hung with big hoss
And even though he's down, man, he still knows
That Dog's got love for his big bro, I gotta go

Goin', goin', gone, that's it just blazed my sack
Case to the head, so I can see
So yo, that, pack me another rip
So I can lay back and let my mind 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, times, Suburban Noize comin' through

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

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

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

I'm ,the late night toker
flush got you bluffin' like 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 sick fly, still high, style flow
When my clock strikes 12, ask me where I'm go
P-Town baby, suburban

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

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

Well, I'm steady blazin' grass
Got the green buds and the transparent glass
If I had you a 20 then my you pass
If it comes up short I'm bust that ass
Dog, I'm the hog, I'm the leader of the krew
Stunt man hittin' on the avenue
Or is it all because I too many brews?
Porn Star lifestyle, so I say you

I got 2 skateboards, I eat hash and
My uncle, my pops, buyin' me a van
I got a girlish girl, I her Tiki doll
I like to get high and play dunkball, dunkball,
Dunkball, dunkball,
I like to get high ain't a punk
in the house so pack ya bowls
We ain't nothin' but some big West jugalos

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

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

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