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