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 crown then watch it shine. The
Kottonmouth kings are on the frontline
Fly Rhymes, high times suburban noize
Gotta be on the frontline. Zig Zags, chronic sacks,tell
The girls they been riding with some big macs
Gettin, burnt smokin herbs, just an everyday thing in suburbs
Bass high, treble low, nothin but some big west coast jugalos, jugalos
Now I take 10 steps turn and break out the hoop
Grip my sack tightly cause I'm about to shoot
Wind in my ear the I can see
Voices whisper clear, "Smoke another ST."
So I do I fire it up, round 1, round 2, now I'm lifted up
3,4 can I stand and handle 1 more
I'm in the sky am I knockin on heavens door?
Now I'm loading up the clip and I'm pullin through, I
See the little black hole that says I missed you
I can feel the expansion in my chest, I let go
I'm stress free there's no worries left
My mind travels and my eyes gloss, I reminisce
About the days I hung with big hoss
An even though he's locked down many still knows that
Saint Dog's got love for his big bro
Going, going 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
(Why me) Dloc, call me stoner of the krew
If you fuckin with my stash then I'm fuckin with you
Saint Dog's got my back. "Man I thought ya knew!"
Fly rhymes, high times, suburban noize comin through
D-Loc, Saint vicious, DJ Bobby B, Pakelika
The bakers man. Bake me a cake as fast as you can
Polish up the crown then watch it shine. The
Kottonmouth kings are on the frontline
Fly Rhymes, high times suburban noize
Gotta be on the frontline. Zig Zags, chronic sacks,tell
The girls they been riding with some big macs
Gettin, burnt smokin herbs, just an everyday thing in suburbs
Bass high, treble low, nothin but some big west coast jugalos, jugalos
Now I take 10 steps turn and break out the hoop
Grip my sack tightly cause I'm about to shoot
Wind in my ear the I can see
Voices whisper clear, "Smoke another ST."
So I do I fire it up, round 1, round 2, now I'm lifted up
3,4 can I stand and handle 1 more
I'm in the sky am I knockin on heavens door?
Now I'm loading up the clip and I'm pullin through, I
See the little black hole that says I missed you
I can feel the expansion in my chest, I let go
I'm stress free there's no worries left
My mind travels and my eyes gloss, I reminisce
About the days I hung with big hoss
An even though he's locked down many still knows that
Saint Dog's got love for his big bro
Going, going 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
(Why me) Dloc, call me stoner of the krew
If you fuckin with my stash then I'm fuckin with you
Saint Dog's got my back. "Man I thought ya knew!"
Fly rhymes, high times, suburban noize comin through
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