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These fly rhymes and high times are brought to youby Suburban Noize.Dloc, Saint vicious, DJ Bobby B, Pakelika.The bakers man. Bake me a cake as fast as you can.Polish up the crown then watch it shine. The Kottonmouth kings are on the frontline.Fly Rhymes, high times suburban noizegotta be on the frontline. Zig Zags, chronic sacks,tellthe girls they been riding with some big macs.Gettin, burnt smokin herbs, just an everyday thing in suburbs Bass high, treble low, nothin but some big west coast jugalos,jugalos.Now I take 10 steps turn and break out the hoop.Grip my sack tightly cause I'm about to shoot.Wind in my ear the I can see Voices whisper clear, "Smoke another ST."So I do I fire it up, round 1, round 2, now I'm lifted up3,4 can I stand and handle 1 more.I'm in the sky am I knockin on heavens door?Now I'm loading up the clip and I'm pullin through, Isee the little black hole that says I missed you.I can feel the expansion in my chest, I let go I'm stress free there's no worries left.my mind travels and my eyes gloss, I reminisceabout the days I hung with big hoss. An even thoughhe's locked down many still knows that Saint Dog's got love for his big bro.Going, going gone, that's it just blazed my last sack.Case to the head so I can see black. So yo,that's that, pack me another rip so I can lay back andlet my mind start to trip.(Why me) Dloc, call me stoner of the krew. If youfuckin with my stash then I'm fuckin with you. Saint Dog's got my back. "Man I thought ya knew!" Flyrhymes, high times, suburban noize comin through.Now Mary Jane, she's my girl, nowdays seems like thebitch rules my world. And everytime our lips meet,she's got me loungin like a leaf on a bud tree.You know I like to stay high. I got the old school ride.77' bug and it's white on the outside. But on theinside it's full of bitches, and ounce of erb and 17switches.Who's that drunk that slurs and spits? "Saint!" Whogets trashed and likes to talk some shit?"Saint!" Getme on the skate and I bosut a heelflip, speak withdirt slang and I just can't quit.I'm D-LOC-er the late night toker. Royal flush gotsyou bluffin like a game of poker. 66 stylee, face goessmiley, I like to live the life of riley Now I'm saint dog but ya already know, that sickfly, still high, dope style flow. When my clock strikes12 ask me where I'm gonna go, p-town baby suburbanjugalo.Well, I'm DLOC steady blazin grass, got the phunkygreen buds and the transparent glass. If I had you a20 then my sack you pass. If it comes up short I'mgonna bust that ass.saint dog I'm the hog I'm the leader of the krew.Stunt man hittin hard on the avenue. Or is it allbecause I drank too many brws? Porn Star lifestyleso I say fuck you!I got 2 skateboards I eat hash and spam. My uncle,my pops aint buyin me a I got a girlish girl I call her Tiki doll. I like to get highand play dunkball I like to gethigh aint a punk yall!!kottonmouth kings's in the house so pack ya bowl & weaint nothin but some big west coast jugalos!!Yeah!! kottonmouth kings! Bringing ya moresuburban noize for ya speakers. Ya tweakers! Thepimp daddies, laying the track down, O.C.underground sound. When ya come to P-Town... Bye bye... Bye bye.
