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

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

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

Not I take ten steps, turn, and out the hoop
Grip my sac tightly 'coz I'm to shoot
in my ear the abasherea I can see
Voices clear, "Smoke another ST"
So I do, I fire it up, round 1, 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 loading up on the clip and I'm through
I see the black hole that say, "I missed you"
I can feel the expansion in my
I let go, I'm free, there's no worries left
Runnin' so my travels and my eyes gloss
I about the days I hung with big hoss
And even though he's locked down, man, he knows
Saint Dog's got love for his big bro, I gotta go

Goin', goin', gone, that's it just blazed my last
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 to trip

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

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

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

Who's that drunk that 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 and I just can't quit

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

Fly rhymes, high
Suburban Noize be on the front line
Zig Zags, chronic
Ask the girls they be with some big macs

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

Well, I'm steady blazin' grass
Got the phunky green and the transparent glass
If I had you a 20 my sack you pass
If it up short I'm gonna 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 drank too many
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 and play dunkball, dunkball, dunkball
Dunkball, dunkball,
I like to get high ain't a y'all
Kottonmouth's in the house so ya bowls
We nothin' but some big West Coast jugalos

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

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

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