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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 krown 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
    Nasty girls been ridin' with some big macks
    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 loaded up the clip and I pulled it through
    And 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
    On this summer 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's got a 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
    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

    Mary Jane, she's my girl
    Nowadays seems like the 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 it's white on the outside
    But on the inside its full of bitches
    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 O' 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 baby, suburban juggalo

    Fly rhymes, high times
    Suburban Noize gotta be on the frontline
    Zigzags, chronic sack
    Nasty girls been ridin' with some big macks
    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
    Smokin' funky green buds outta transparent glass
    If I hand 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 said FUCK YOU!

    I got 2 skateboards, I eat hash and spam
    My uncle, my pops, they got it easy man
    I got a girl that's down, I call her tikki doll
    I like to get high and play 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 screen, dope vein
    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' ya more Suburban Noize for your speakers, ya tweakers
    The Pimp Daddies lay the track down
    O.C. underground sound
    So bring your pipe and a pound when ya come to P-Town
    Bye-bye, Bye-bye