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These fly rhymes and high times are brought to you |
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by Suburban Noize. |
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Dloc, Saint vicious, DJ Bobby B, Pakelika. |
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The bakers man. Bake me a cake as fast as you can. |
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Polish up the crown then watch it shine. The |
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Kottonmouth kings are on the frontline. |
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Fly Rhymes, high times suburban noize |
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gotta be on the frontline. Zig Zags, chronic sacks,tell |
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the girls they been riding with some big macs. |
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Gettin, burnt smokin herbs, just an everyday thing in suburbs |
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Bass high, treble low, nothin but some big west coast jugalos, jugalos. |
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Now I take 10 steps turn and break out the hoop. |
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Grip my sack tightly cause I'm about to shoot. |
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Wind in my ear the I can see |
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Voices whisper clear, "Smoke another ST." |
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So I do I fire it up, round 1, round 2, now I'm lifted up |
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3,4 can I stand and handle 1 more. |
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I'm in the sky am I knockin on heavens door? |
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Now I'm loading up the clip and I'm pullin through, I |
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see the little black hole that says I missed you. |
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I can feel the expansion in my chest, I let go |
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I'm stress free there's no worries left. |
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my mind travels and my eyes gloss, I reminisce |
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about the days I hung with big hoss. An even though |
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he's locked down many still knows that |
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Saint Dog's got love for his big bro. |
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Going, going gone, that's it just blazed my last sack. |
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Case to the head so I can see black. So yo, |
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that's that, pack me another rip so I can lay back and |
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let my mind start to trip. |
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(Why me) Dloc, call me stoner of the krew. If you |
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fuckin with my stash then I'm fuckin with you. Saint |
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Dog's got my back. "Man I thought ya knew!" Fly |
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rhymes, high times, suburban noize comin through. |
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Now MaryJane, she's my girl, nowdays seems like the |
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bitch rules my world. And everytime our lips meet, |
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she's got me loungin like a leaf on a bud tree. |
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You know I like to stay high. I got the old school ride. |
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77' bug and it's white on the outside. But on the |
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inside it's full of bitches, and ounce of erb and 17 |
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switches. |
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Who's that drunk that slurs and spits? "Saint!" Who |
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gets trashed and likes to talk some shit?"Saint!" Get |
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me on the skate and I bosut a heelflip, speak with |
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dirt slang and I just can't quit. |
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I'm D-LOC-er the late night toker. Royal flush gots |
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you bluffin like a game of poker. 66 stylee, face goes |
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smiley, I like to live the life of riley |
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Now I'm saint dog but ya already know, that sick |
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fly, still high, dope style flow. When my clock strikes |
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12 ask me where I'm gonna go, p-town baby suburban |
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jugalo. |
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Well, I'm DLOC steady blazin grass, got the phunky |
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green buds and the transparent glass. If I had you a |
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20 then my sack you pass. If it comes up short I'm |
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gonna bust that ass. |
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saint dog I'm the hog I'm the leader of the krew. |
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Stunt man hittin hard on the avenue. Or is it all |
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because I drank too many brws? Porn Star lifestyle |
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so I say fuck you! |
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I got 2 skateboards I eat hash and spam. My uncle, |
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my pops aint buyin me a |
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I got a girlish girl I call her Tiki doll. I like to get high |
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and play dunkball I like to get |
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high aint a punk yall!! |
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kottonmouth kings's in the house so pack ya bowl & we |
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aint nothin but some big west coast jugalos!! |
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Yeah!! kottonmouth kings! Bringing ya more |
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suburban noize for ya speakers. Ya tweakers! The |
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pimp daddies, laying the track down, O.C. |
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underground sound. When ya come to P-Town... |
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Bye bye... Bye bye. |
