[Sly Boogy talkin] 

uh, yea, c'mon 

we finna give it to ya 

Sly Boogy, baby 

King Tech, baby 

urban legends 

ha, check it out 



[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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yo, check the delivery 

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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 



yo, check the delivery 

yo, check the delivery 

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