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[ Sly Boogy talkin ]

uh, yea, c'mon

we finna give it to ya

Sly Boogy, baby

King Tech, baby

urban legends

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[ Sly Boogy ]

ah, yes yes y'all

I'm finna bless y'all

I'm Sly Boogy and I be reppin the west y'all

nevertheless y'all

I gotta ?SASH? y'all

I'm finna light it up and take it to the chest y'all

yea

we movin in like the cavity creeps

bumpin yo teeth while we sceamin and we jackin for beats

strappin the heat

you can bang it in your lack of your jeep

when you travel indeed

we bringin it back to the streets

baby

we finna give it to ya



IT'S SLYYYY BOOGY!



the main man wit the masterplan

I take a brewskie to the neck and then I smash the can

if you disrespect my fam when I'm up in the jam

you can recieve a pimpslap wit the back of the hand

you can't touch me no matter where you stand

even wit an armspan as long as plastic man

battlin me could be drastic man

it's like havin diarrhoea in a traffic jam

gettin gaffled up wit the half a gram

on a credit card scam in the back of the fan

wit no tags

I bust a cap and watch you scram

runnin like the Taliban in Afghanistan

poppin my collar like a daper dan

flossin the latest swapmeet fashion brand

when I smash I'ma tap that ass

as if I'm cockin the hammer back and I blast



so watch what you say to me, punk

cuz I got what it takes to smash and straight dump

yea

you better watch what you say to me, nigga

cuz I got what it takes to pull the damn trigger

it's out the system to rip this shit

you can slip into the grip of a fish and get bit

you can trip and get yo wig split

when I pop this clip and let the 4-5 spit

straight from the hip wit six clips

I pimps this gift and twist and flip shit

I'ma split this bricks so we can twist this spliff

and make you pop like the clutch on your stickshift

slappin bones, I'm slammin the big six

stick into yo hips like milk and biscuits

yea

when I smash on swiff like zip this

cuz all I wanna do is get rich and sip cris



but for now just pass the courvoisier

lemme get a fast swig of that alizee

I just want a little sip of the tanqueray

so I can get my wig so wet cuz I came to play

I got the blunts and the drinks is crispy

frolicin in the jam like a frisky grizzly

sippin on hennessey and tennessey whiskey

when I finish sippin I'm finna be pissy tipsy

like Ja Rule I be livin it up

wit King Tech in the cut we be flippin it up



like

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turn it up if ya feelin me and peep the last piece of this poetical soliloquy

yea

Sly Boogy wit the elegant delivery

comin lyricly strapped wit artillery

stackin my chips to ball and livin imaculant

and ghetto fabolous while I'm puffin the finest cannibis

mad woozy off the kron-dooky

when I exhale blow smoke like God-zooky

curb servin like I'm slangin bomb cola

the bomb doja got me floatin like a gondola

dirty as Black Eyed Peas and hot Oprah

but now it's time to go, my rhyme's over



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