Kottonmouth Kings Lyrics
"Frontline"

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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 front line.

Fly rhymes, high times, Suburban Noize gotta be on the front line.
Zig Zags, chronic sacs, tell the girls they be ridin with some big macs.
Gettin burnt, smokin herb, just an everyday thing in the suburbs.
Bass high, treble low, nothin but some big west coast jugalos, jugalos.

Not I take ten steps, turn, and break out the hoop.
Grip my sac tightly cause I'm about to shoot.
Wind in my ear the abasherea 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 on the clip and I'm pullin through,
I see the little black hole that say,"I missed you".
I can feel the expansion in my chest,
I let go, im stress free there's no worries left.
Runnin so my mind travels and my eyes gloss,
I reminisce about the days i spent with big hoss.
And even though he's locked down man he still knows,
That Saint Dog's got love for his big bro, I gotta go.

Goin, goin, gone. That's it just blazed my last sack.
Case to the head out 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) D-Loc, call me the stoner of the crew.
If you fuckin with my stash then im fuckin with you.
Saint Dog's got my back, "Man I thought you knew".
Fly rhymes, high times, Suburban Noize comin through.

Fly rhymes, high times, Suburban Noize gotta be on the front line.
Zig Zags, chronic sacs, tell the girls they be ridin with some big macs.
Gettin burnt, smokin herb, just an everyday thing in the suburbs.
Bass high, treble low, nothin but some big west coast jugalos, jugalos.

Now MaryJane, She's my girl,
Now a days seems like the bitch rules my world.
And everytime our lips meet,
She's got me laughin like a leaf from a bud tree.

You know i like to stay high,
I got that old school ride.
'77 bugbug and it's white on the outside,
But on the inside its full of bitches,
An ounce of erb and 17 switches.

Who's that drunk that slurs and spits,
"Saint!"
Who gets trashed and likes to talk some shit,
"Saint!"
Get me on a skate and I'll bust a heelflip,
Speak with dirt slang and I just can't quite.

I'm D-Locer the late night toker.
Royal flush got you bluffin like a game of poker,
'66 stylie,
Face goes smiley,
I like to get high and 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 were I'm gonna go,
P-Town baby Suburban jugalo.

Fly rhymes, high times, Suburban Noize gotta be on the front line.
Zig Zags, chronic sacs, tell the girls they be ridin with some big macs.
Gettin burnt, smokin herb, just an everyday thing in the suburbs.
Bass high, treble low, nothin but some big west coast jugalos, jugalos.

Well, I'm D-Loc steady blazin grass,
If I hand you a 20 then my sack you pass.
If it comes up short I'm gonna bust the ass.

Saint Dog, on the hog, I'm the leadrer of the crew.
Stunt man hittin hard on the avenue.
Or is all because I drank too mant brews?
Pornstar life style, so I say fuck you!

I got 2 skateboards, I eat hash and spam,
My uncle, my pops, aint buyin me a van.
I got a girlish girl,
I call her Tiki doll,
I like to get high and play dunkball, dunkball, dunkball.
I like to get high aint a punk y'all
Kottonmouth's in the house so pack ya bowls,
We aint nothin but some big west coast jugalos!

Fly rhymes, high times, Suburban Noize gotta be on the front line.
Rezin screens, dope feen, no thing if aint nothing.
Gettin burnt, smokin herb, just an everyday thing in the suburbs.

Yeah!! Kottonmouth Kings! Bringin 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.
This song is from the album "Hidden Stash" and "Stoners Reeking Havok".