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These fly rhymes and high times are brought to you by Suburban NoizeD-Loc, Saint Vicious, DJ Bobby B, PakelikaThe bakers man, bake me a cake as fast as you canPolish up the krown then watch it shineThe Kottonmouth Kings are on the frontline
Fly rhymes, high timesSuburban Noize gotta be on the frontlineZigzags, chronic sackNasty girls been ridin' with some big macksKickin verbs, smokin herbsJust an everyday thing in the the suburbsBass high, treble lowNothin' but some big west-coast juggalos
Now I take ten steps, turn and break out the hoopGrip the zag tightly cuz I'm about to shootWind in my ear, the advisory I can seeVoices whisper clear, smoke another STSo I do, I fire it up, round one round two, now I'm lifted upThree, 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 throughAnd seen the little black hole that said I missed youI can feel the expansion in my chestI let go I'm stress free, there's no worries leftOn this summer my mind travels as my eyes glossI reminisce about the days I hung with Big HossAnd even though he's locked down man he still knowsThat Saint Dog's got a love for his big broI gotta go
Goin', goin', gone that's it just blazed my last sackCase to the head so I can see blackSo yo that's that pack me another ripSo I can lay back and let my mind start to tripBy me D-Loc, call me stoner of the crewIf your fuckin' with my stash then I'm fuckin' with youSaint Dog's got my back, man I thought you knewFly rhymes, high times, Suburban Noize comin' through
Fly rhymes, high timesSuburban Noize gotta be on the frontlineBass high, treble lowNothin' but some big west coast juggalos
Mary Jane, she's my girlNowadays seems like the bitch rules my worldAnd every time our lips meetShe got's me loungin' like a leaf on a bud tree
Now I like to stay high, I got the old-school ride77' bug and it's white on the outsideBut on the inside its full of bitchesAn 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 flipMan I speak with dirt slang and I just cant quit it
Well I'm D Loc-er, the late night tokerRoyal flush, got you bluffin' like a game of pokerSick sick, stylee, face is always smileyI 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 flowWhen my clock strikes 12 ask me where I'm gonna goP-Town baby, suburban juggalo
Fly rhymes, high timesSuburban Noize gotta be on the frontlineZigzags, chronic sackNasty girls been ridin' with some big macksKickin verbs, smokin herbsJust an everyday thing in the the suburbsBass high, treble lowNothin' but some big west-coast juggalos
Well I'm D-Loc steady blazin' grassSmokin' funky green buds outta transparent glassIf I hand you a 20 then my sack you passIf it comes up short I'm gonna bust that ass
Saint Dog, I'm the hog I'm the leader of the krewStunt man hittin' hard on the avenueOr 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 spamMy uncle, my pops, they got it easy manI got a girl that's down, I call her tikki dollI like to get high and play dunk ballI like to get high, ain't a punk y'allKottonmouth's in the house, so pack ya bowlsWe ain't nothin' but some big west coast juggalos!
Fly rhymes, high timesSuburban Noize gotta be on the frontlineResin screen, dope veinNo thing, bud fiend Kottonmouth KingsKickin verbs, smokin' herbsJust an everyday thing in the suburbsBass high, treble lowNothin' big but some big west coast juggalos
Yeah, haha, Kottonmouth KingsBringin' ya more Suburban Noize for your speakers, ya tweakersThe Pimp Daddies lay the track downO.C. underground soundSo bring your pipe and a pound when ya come to P-TownBye-bye, Bye-bye
Fly rhymes, high timesSuburban Noize gotta be on the frontlineZigzags, chronic sackNasty girls been ridin' with some big macksKickin verbs, smokin herbsJust an everyday thing in the the suburbsBass high, treble lowNothin' but some big west-coast juggalos
Now I take ten steps, turn and break out the hoopGrip the zag tightly cuz I'm about to shootWind in my ear, the advisory I can seeVoices whisper clear, smoke another STSo I do, I fire it up, round one round two, now I'm lifted upThree, 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 throughAnd seen the little black hole that said I missed youI can feel the expansion in my chestI let go I'm stress free, there's no worries leftOn this summer my mind travels as my eyes glossI reminisce about the days I hung with Big HossAnd even though he's locked down man he still knowsThat Saint Dog's got a love for his big broI gotta go
Goin', goin', gone that's it just blazed my last sackCase to the head so I can see blackSo yo that's that pack me another ripSo I can lay back and let my mind start to tripBy me D-Loc, call me stoner of the crewIf your fuckin' with my stash then I'm fuckin' with youSaint Dog's got my back, man I thought you knewFly rhymes, high times, Suburban Noize comin' through
Fly rhymes, high timesSuburban Noize gotta be on the frontlineBass high, treble lowNothin' but some big west coast juggalos
Mary Jane, she's my girlNowadays seems like the bitch rules my worldAnd every time our lips meetShe got's me loungin' like a leaf on a bud tree
Now I like to stay high, I got the old-school ride77' bug and it's white on the outsideBut on the inside its full of bitchesAn 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 flipMan I speak with dirt slang and I just cant quit it
Well I'm D Loc-er, the late night tokerRoyal flush, got you bluffin' like a game of pokerSick sick, stylee, face is always smileyI 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 flowWhen my clock strikes 12 ask me where I'm gonna goP-Town baby, suburban juggalo
Fly rhymes, high timesSuburban Noize gotta be on the frontlineZigzags, chronic sackNasty girls been ridin' with some big macksKickin verbs, smokin herbsJust an everyday thing in the the suburbsBass high, treble lowNothin' but some big west-coast juggalos
Well I'm D-Loc steady blazin' grassSmokin' funky green buds outta transparent glassIf I hand you a 20 then my sack you passIf it comes up short I'm gonna bust that ass
Saint Dog, I'm the hog I'm the leader of the krewStunt man hittin' hard on the avenueOr 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 spamMy uncle, my pops, they got it easy manI got a girl that's down, I call her tikki dollI like to get high and play dunk ballI like to get high, ain't a punk y'allKottonmouth's in the house, so pack ya bowlsWe ain't nothin' but some big west coast juggalos!
Fly rhymes, high timesSuburban Noize gotta be on the frontlineResin screen, dope veinNo thing, bud fiend Kottonmouth KingsKickin verbs, smokin' herbsJust an everyday thing in the suburbsBass high, treble lowNothin' big but some big west coast juggalos
Yeah, haha, Kottonmouth KingsBringin' ya more Suburban Noize for your speakers, ya tweakersThe Pimp Daddies lay the track downO.C. underground soundSo bring your pipe and a pound when ya come to P-TownBye-bye, Bye-bye
