Sly Boogy

Sly Boogy - Flow songtekst

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[Verse 1] 

Dippin' in the 'lac with the limosine tint 

It's the three piece polyester pinstripe pimp 

Fresh out the mo mo', creepin up the hoe stroll 

In slow mo', this motherfucker so cold 

With his brim on tilt, he be leanin' to the side 

With his eyes overwired for hoes that try to hide 

At the crack of nightfall this nigga be whitewallin' 

Issuin' sitations for wreckless eyeballin' 

This nigga so cold he be leavin' these hoes frozen 

Throwin' elbows with foes and bulldozin' 

Tailormade clothes for Joes is highrollin' 

Hoes wait to be chose, on the sidewalk posin' 

Comatose from me dosha overdose 

With hoes from coast to coast, I'd like to propose a toast 

To the big boss playa, pullin' fast dough 

Patrolin' the block, steady clockin' the cashflow 



[Hook] 

(He got flow) He lit a blunt without a flame, in the rain 

You can tell by the way he be kickin' his game 

(He got flow) Ghetto superstar with neighbourhood fame 

(He got flow) With a forty, takin' Mary Jane to the brain 

(He - got - flow) Cause he be jackin' his jaw with no flaws 

Without a pause, sweaty balls and dirty drawers 

(He got flow) Inconspicuously breakin' the law 

(He got flow) Whether it summer, spring, winter or fall 

He got soul, this nigga be cold 

as the ice on top of the globe 

When he roll the dice, so precise 

???, Hold it on the d-low 

He so fine, this nigga be fine 

that's why he's a shinin' dime 

Top of the line, one of a kind 

Multiplied by a thousand times 



[Verse 2] 

He got the best to accomidate your fetish, that's no question 

He got a variety of ?? in his posession 

Exotic flesh with the excellence of perfection 

He got the finest quality, top choice selection 

A chocolate nubian treat that's so sweet 

She could put a tweakin' street creepers beef straight to sleep 

With a physique that's so sleak she can study your speech 

Police be breakin they necks to take a peak with a screech 

Got a japanese diva with an immaculate stack 

That's got his back in the back of a cadillac, on her lap a dirty strap 

A Butter Rican Pican with an ass that's so fat 

And a big booty white bitch that act blacker then Bernie Mac 

Camatose from me dosha overdose 

With hoes from coast to coast, I'd like to propose a toast 

To the big boss playa, pullin' fast dough 

Patrolin' the block, steady clockin' the cashflow 



[Hook] 

(He got flow) With scrill circulatin' the streets 

Ill with the skill to rock a crack baby to sleep 

(He got flow) With his pimpin tippy toes when he creeps 

(He got flow) He don't cease until his flow is complete 

(He got flow) He put a whole houseparty in a zone 

With a fifth of yac' and a nickelsack of bammer homegrown 

(He got flow) To pretty to leave these bitches alone 

(He got flow) Reekin' of weed, and expensive cologne 

He got soul, this nigga be cold 

as the ice on top of the globe 

When he roll the dice, so precise 

???? Hold it on the d-low 

He so fine, this nigga be fine 

that's why he's a shinin' dime 

Top of the line, one of a kind 

Multiplied by a thousand times 



He got flow
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