Frontline Lyrics - Stoners Reeking Havoc - Kottonmouth Kings

These fly rhymes and high times are brought to you by Suburban Noize 

D-Loc, Saint Vicious, DJ Bobby be, Pakelika 

The bakers man, bake me a cake as fast as you can 

Polish up the krown then watch it shine 

The Kottonmouth Kings are on the frontline 

Fly rhymes, high times 

Suburban Noize gotta be on the frontline 

Zigzags, chronic sack 

Nasty girls been ridin' with some big macks 

Kickin verbs, smokin herbs 

Just an everyday thing in the the suburbs 

Bass high, treble low 

Nothin' but some big west-coast juggalos 

Now I take ten steps, turn and break out the hoop 

Grip the zag tightly 'cause I'm about to shoot 

Wind in my ear, the advisory I can see 

Voices whisper clear, smoke another ST 

So I do, I fire it up, round one round two, now I'm lifted up 

Three, four can I stand and handle one more? 

I'm in the sky, am I knockin' on heavens door? 

Now I loaded up the clip and I pulled it through 

And seen the little black hole that said I missed you 

I can feel the expansion in my chest 

I let go I'm stress free, there's no worries left 

On this summer my mind travels as my eyes gloss 

I reminisce about the days I hung with Big Hoss 

And even though he's locked down man he still knows 

That Saint Dog's got a love for his big bro 

I gotta go 

Goin', goin', 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 

By me D-Loc, call me stoner of the crew 

If your fuckin' with my stash then I'm 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 frontline 

Bass high, treble low 

Nothin' but some big west coast juggalos 

Mary Jane, she's my girl 

Nowadays seems like the bitch rules my world 

And every time our lips meet 

She got's me loungin' like a leaf on a bud tree 

Now I like to stay high, I got the old-school ride 

77' bug and it's white on the outside 

But on the inside its full of bitches 

An ounce of herb, and seventeen 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 bust a heel flip 

Man I speak with dirt slang and I just can't quit it 

Well I'm D Loc-er, the late night toker 

Royal flush, got you bluffin' like a game of poker 

Sick sick, stylee, face is always smiley 

I like to get high and live the life O' Riley 

I'm Saint Dog but ya already know, 

The sick fly still high dope style flow 

When my clock strikes 12 ask me where I'm gonna go 

P-Town baby, suburban juggalo 

Fly rhymes, high times 

Suburban Noize gotta be on the frontline 

Zigzags, chronic sack 

Nasty girls been ridin' with some big macks 

Kickin verbs, smokin herbs 

Just an everyday thing in the the suburbs 

Bass high, treble low 

Nothin' but some big west-coast juggalos 

Well I'm D-Loc steady blazin' grass 

Smokin' funky green buds outta transparent glass 

If I hand 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 said FUCK YOU! 

I got 2 skateboards, I eat hash and spam 

My uncle, my pops, they got it easy man 

I got a girl that's down, I call her tikki doll 

I like to get high and play dunk ball 

I like to get high, ain't a punk y'all 

Kottonmouth's in the house, so pack ya bowls 

We ain't nothin' but some big west coast juggalos! 

Fly rhymes, high times 

Suburban Noize gotta be on the frontline 

Resin screen, dope vein 

No thing, bud fiend Kottonmouth Kings 

Kickin verbs, smokin' herbs 

Just an everyday thing in the suburbs 

Bass high, treble low 

Nothin' big but some big west coast juggalos 

Yeah, haha, Kottonmouth Kings 

Bringin' ya more Suburban Noize for your speakers, ya tweakers 

The Pimp Daddies lay the track down 

O.C. underground sound 

So bring your pipe and a pound when ya come to P-Town 

Bye-bye, Bye-bye