Kottonmouth Kings - Front Line 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 Ba** 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**in with my stash then I'm f**in 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**h 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**hes 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**?"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 gra** Got the phunky green buds and the transparent gla** If I had you a 20 then my sack you pa** If it comes up short I'm gonna bust that a** 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? p**n Star lifestyle so I say f** 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