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The crooked letter L to the Y the B, double O G to the Y that's me |
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G'd up hoppin' out the ride with heat with a dime piece |
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Posted in the drivers seat, all yakked up, twistas on my feet |
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With some kush wrapped up in a swisha sweet got the hood |
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Jacked up since I hit the streets, all I really need to make |
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The mix complete is a hood rat butt before I get raw |
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With a late night [unverified] for the manojae twah, I won't come |
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Cheap, no, not at all, slang a elbow a week so that I can brawl |
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Oh yeah, smoke weed drink alcohol every day, all day I be clownin' |
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Y'all spit ish my way and your bound to fall |
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Witcha bitch on my nuts comin' out them drawers |
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Sly Boogy, that's my name and I came to run the game |
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Oh yeah, spit flows that be off the chain now, the west coast |
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Ain't the same, I keep thuggin' it up west side ID that's what's up? |
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When I talk ish back it up, I'ma back it up, and try not to get gaffled |
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You and let the police snatch me up, I keep thuggin' it up |
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Sly to the B the O O G Y but O G's fa short, I'm gon' be high |
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With more trees to smoke, I don't see why the police should know |
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I'm on the D lo tryin' to sneak the to, so the po po won't come |
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Cease my do, hope they don't go loco and leave me broke in a choke |
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Hold For tryin' to squeeze my for ooh ooh, I'm 'bout |
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As trife as a nasty dick, I'm checkin' the rear view for the black |
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And white with the big sirens and the flashin' lights, two drops |
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If I mean [unverified] pack the pipe, iight, all my school to the afternoon |
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Sippin' booze with a crew, that be clappin' tunes, I need to take |
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My black ass back to school but all I wanna do is just act a fool |
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Sly Boogy that's my name and I came to run the game |
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Oh yeah, spit flows that be off the chain now, the west coast |
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Ain't the same, I keep thuggin' it up west side ID that's what's up? |
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When I talk ish back it up, I'ma back it up, and try not to get gaffled |
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You and let the police snatch me up, I keep thuggin' it up |
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Sly Boogy, he so damn good, most folks know he ain't |
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Know damn good choke on smoke and we blow that wood |
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Post up low when we throw that kush, endo dro hypno and gin |
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Chop when I takes hypno and gin, oh no, you know |
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We gon' send, one mo, two mo, three mo gen |
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It's the big young haul with the massive cuts, come get this alcohol |
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Pass the blunt, I expose my drawers when I'm actin' up with |
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The thugs and a pause like that's the cut, you can catch me |
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In the jam with some caps to bust in the back with some cats |
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That will stab you up with a fat money stack livin' lavey lush |
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Sly Boogy young ghetto fabulous, okay |
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Sly Boogy that's my name and I came to run the game |
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Oh yeah, spit flows that be off the chain now, the west coast |
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Ain't the same, I keep thuggin' it up west side ID that's what's up? |
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When I talk ish back it up, I'ma back it up, and try not to get gaffled |
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You and let the police snatch me up, I keep thuggin' it up |
