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