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These fly rhymes and high times are brought to you by Suburban Noize D-Loc, 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 front line Fly rhymes, high times Suburban Noize gotta be on the front line Zig Zags, chronic sacs Tell the girls they be ridin' with some big macs Gettin' burnt, smokin' herb Just an everyday thing in the suburbs Bass high, treble low Nothin' but some big West Coast jugalos, jugalos Not I take ten steps, turn, and break out the hoop Grip my sac tightly 'coz I'm about to shoot Wind in my ear the abasherea I can see Voices whisper clear, "Smoke another ST" So I do, I fire it up, round 1, round 2, now I'm lifted up 3, 4, can I stand and handle 1 more I'm in the sky, am I knockin' on heaven's door? Now I'm loading up on the clip and I'm pullin' through I see the little black hole that say, "I missed you" I can feel the expansion in my chest I let go, I'm stress free, there's no worries left Runnin' so my mind travels and my eyes gloss I reminisce about the days I hung with big hoss And even though he's locked down, man, he still knows That Saint Dog's got love for his big bro, I gotta go Goin', goin', 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 and let my mind start to trip Why me, D-Loc, call me the stoner of the krew If you fuckin' with my stash then I'm fuckin' with you Saint Dog's got my back, "Man I thought you knew" Fly rhymes, high times, Suburban Noize comin' through Fly rhymes, high times Suburban Noize gotta be on the front line Bass high, treble low Nothin' but some big West Coast jugalos, jugalos Now Mary Jane, she's my girl Nowadays seems like the bitch rules my world And everytime our lips meet She's got me laughin' like a leaf from a bud tree You know I like to stay high, I got that old school ride '77 bug and it's white on the outside But on the inside it's full of bitches An ounce of erb and 17 switches Who's that drunk that slurs and spit? "Saint" Who gets trashed and likes to talk some shit? "Saint" Get me on a skate and I'll bust a heelflip Man I speak with dirt slang and I just can't quit I'm D-Locer ,the late night toker Royal flush got you bluffin' like a game of poker '66 stylie, face goes smiley I like to get high and live the life of Riley Now I'm Saint Dog but ya already know That sick fly, still high, dope style flow When my clock strikes 12, ask me where I'm gonna go P-Town baby, suburban jugalo Fly rhymes, high times Suburban Noize gotta be on the front line Zig Zags, chronic sacs Ask the girls they be ridin' with some big macs Gettin' burnt, smokin' herb Just an everyday thing in the suburbs Bass high, treble low Nothin' but some big West Coast jugalos, jugalos Well, I'm D-Loc steady blazin' grass Got the phunky green buds and the transparent glass If I had you a 20 then my sack you pass If it comes up short I'm gonna 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 all because I drank too many brews? Porn Star lifestyle, so I say fuck you I got 2 skateboards, I eat hash and spam My uncle, my pops, ain't buyin' me a van I got a girlish girl, I call her Tiki doll I like to get high and play dunkball, dunkball, dunkball Dunkball, dunkball, dunkball I like to get high ain't a punk y'all Kottonmouth's in the house so pack ya bowls We ain't nothin' but some big West Coast jugalos Fly rhymes, high times Suburban Noize gotta be on the front line Rezin' screens, dope feen No thing but think Kottonmouth King Gettin' burnt, smokin' herb Just an everyday thing in the suburbs Bass high, treble low Nothin' but some big West Coast jugalos, jugalos Yeah, Kottonmouth Kings Bringin' ya more Suburban Noize for ya speakers Ya tweakers, the pimp daddies, laying the track down O.C. underground sound, [Incomprehensible] When ya come to P-Town, bye bye, bye bye