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These fly rhymes and high times
A re 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 crowd then watch it shine,
The Kottonmouth Kings are on the frontline.
Fly rhymes, high times
Suburban noize gotta be on the frontline
Zigzags, chronic sack,
Every girls been ridin' with some big mack
Kickin verbs, smokin herbs
Just an everyday thing in the the suburbs
Bass high, treble low
Nothin' but some big west-coast juggalos
Now I take ten steps, turn and break out the hoop
Grip the zag tightly cuz I'm about to shoot
Wind in my ear, the advisory I can see
Voices whisper clear, smoke another ST
So I do, I fire it up,
Round one round two, now I'm lifted up
Three, four can I stand and handle one more?
I'm in the sky, am I knockin' on heavens door?
Now I'm loadin up the clip and I pulled it through
I seen the little black hole that said 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 as 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 got a love for his big bro
I got it goin', goin', gone that's it
Just blazed my last sack
Case to the hand so I can see black
So yo pass that pack me another rip,
So I can lay back and let my mind start to trip
By me D-Loc, call me stoner of the crew
If your 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 frontline
Bass high treble low
Nothin' but some big west coast juggalos
Now mary jane, she's my girl
Nowadays seems like a bitch rules my world
And every time our lips meet,
She got's me loungin' like a leaf on a bud tree
Now I like to stay high, I got the old-school ride
77' bug and its white on the outside
But on the inside its full of bitchez,
An ounce of herb, and seventeen switches
Who's that drunk that slurs and spits? (saint)
Who gets trashed and likes to talk some shit? (saint)
Get me on a skate and I bust a heel flip man
I speak with dirt slang and I just cant quit it
Well, I'm D Loc-er, the late night toker
Royal flush, got you bluffin like a game of poker
Sick sick, stylee, face is always smiley,
I like to get high and live the life of Riley
I'm Saint Dog but ya already know,
The sick fly still high dope style flow
When my clock strikes 12 ask me where I'm gonna go,
P-Town bay, suburban juggalo
Fly rhymes, high times
Suburban Noize gotta be on the frontline
Zigzags, chronic sack,
Every girls been ridin' with some big mack
Kickin verbs, smokin herbs,
Just an everyday thing in the the suburbs
Bass high treble low
Nothin' but some big west-coast juggalos
Well I'm D-Loc steady blazin grass
With my funky green buds and the transparent glass
If I hand you a 20 then my sack you pack,
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 life style, so I said FUCK YOU!
I got 2 skateboards, I eat hash and spam,
My uncle, my mom, they got it easy man
I got a girl that girl, I call her tikki doll
I like to get high and play dunk ball, (dunk ball)
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 juggalos!
Fly rhymes, high times
Suburban noize gotta be on the frontline
Resin string, no ping, no thing,
Bud fiend Kottonmouth Kings
Kickin verbs, smokin herbs
Just an everyday thing in the suburbs
Bass high, treble low,
Nothin' big but some big west coast juggalos
Yeah, haha, Kottonmouth Kings,
Bringin' in more suburban noize
For your speakers, ya tweakers,
The pimp daddies lay the tracks down,
O.C. underground sound, so bring
Your pipe and a pound when ya come to P-Town
Bye-bye, bye-bye