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アーティスト:Kottonmouth Kings  アルバム:Hidden Stash 

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These fly rhymes and high times are brought to you by Suburban Noize. Dloc, 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. Now MaryJane, she's my girl, nowdays seems like the bitch rules my world. And everytime our lips meet,


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