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These fly rhymes and high times are to you by Suburban Noize
D-Loc, Vicious, DJ Bobby B, Pakelika
The bakers man, bake me a cake as as you can
Polish up the crown, then watch it
The Kings 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, herb
Just an thing 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 to shoot
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 heaven's

Now I'm loading up on the clip and I'm through
I see the little hole that say, "I missed 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 about the I hung with big hoss
And even though he's locked down, man, he knows
That Saint Dog's got love for his big bro, I go

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

Why me, D-Loc, call me the of the krew
If you fuckin' with my stash then I'm fuckin' you
Dog's 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 Coast jugalos, jugalos

Now Mary Jane, my girl
Nowadays seems like the bitch rules my
And everytime our lips
She's got me laughin' like a leaf 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 that drunk that and spit?
"Saint"
Who gets trashed and likes to talk some
"Saint"
Get me on a skate and bust a heelflip
Man I with dirt slang and I just can't quit

I'm ,the late night toker
Royal flush got you bluffin' a game of poker
'66 stylie, face goes
I like to get high and the life of Riley
Now I'm Dog but ya already know
That sick fly, still high, dope flow
When my clock strikes 12, ask me I'm gonna go
baby, suburban jugalo

Fly rhymes, high
Suburban Noize be on the front line
Zig Zags, chronic
Ask the girls be ridin' 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 steady grass
Got the phunky green buds and the transparent
If I had you a 20 my sack you pass
If it comes up short I'm gonna bust ass
Saint Dog, I'm the hog, I'm the leader of the
Stunt man hittin' hard on the
Or is it all because I too many brews?
Porn Star lifestyle, so I say you

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

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

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

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