Frontline lyrics

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 f*ckin with my stash then I'm f*ckin with you
Saint Dog's got my back. "Man I thought ya knew!"
Fly rhymes, high times, suburban noize comin through
Now MaryJane, she's my girl
Nowdays seems like the b*tch rules my world
And everytime our lips meet
She's got me loungin like a leaf on a bud tree
You know I like to stay high. I got the old school ride
77' bug and it's white on the outside
But on the inside it's full of b*tches
And ounce of erb and 17 switches
Who's that drunk that slurs and spits? "Saint!"
Who gets trashed and likes to talk some sh*t?"Saint!"
Get me on the skate and I bust a heelflip
Speak with dirt slang and I just can't quit
I'm D-LOC-er the late night toker
Royal flush gots you bluffin like a game of poker
66 stylee, face goes smiley, I like to live the life of riley

Now I'm saint dog but ya already know
That sick fly, still high, dope style flow
When my clock strikes 12 ask me where I'm gonna go
P-town baby suburban jugalo

Well, I'm DLOC steady blazin grass
Got the phunky green buds and the transparent glass
If I had 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 say f*ck you!
I got 2 skateboards I eat hash and spam
My uncle, my pops ain't buyin me a
I got a girlish girl I call her Tiki doll
I like to get high and play dunkball
I like to get high ain't a punk yall!!
Kottonmouth kings's in the house so pack ya bowl
& we ain't nothin but some big west coast jugalos!!

Yeah!! kottonmouth kings! Bringing ya more
Suburban noize for ya speakers. Ya tweakers!
The pimp daddies, laying the track down
O.C. underground sound. When ya come to P-Town...
Bye bye... Bye bye