Sly Boogie - That'z My Name (Dirty Version) | Текст песни

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The crooked letter L to the Y the B, double O G to the Y that's me
G'd up hoppin' out the ride with heat with a dime piece
Posted in the drivers seat, all yakked up, twistas on my feet
With some kush wrapped up in a swisha sweet got the hood
Jacked up since I hit the streets, all I really need to make

The mix complete is a hood rat butt before I get raw
With a late night [unverified] for the manojae twah, I won't come
Cheap, no, not at all, slang a elbow a week so that I can brawl
Oh yeah, smoke weed drink alcohol every day, all day I be clownin'
Y'all spit ish my way and your bound to fall
Witcha bitch on my nuts comin' out them drawers

Sly Boogy, that's my name and I came to run the game
Oh yeah, spit flows that be off the chain now, the west coast
Ain't the same, I keep thuggin' it up west side ID that's what's up?
When I talk ish back it up, I'ma back it up, and try not to get gaffled
You and let the police snatch me up, I keep thuggin' it up

Sly to the B the O O G Y but O G's fa short, I'm gon' be high
With more trees to smoke, I don't see why the police should know
I'm on the D lo tryin' to sneak the to, so the po po won't come
Cease my do, hope they don't go loco and leave me broke in a choke
Hold For tryin' to squeeze my for ooh ooh, I'm 'bout

As trife as a nasty dick, I'm checkin' the rear view for the black
And white with the big sirens and the flashin' lights, two drops
If I mean [unverified] pack the pipe, iight, all my school to the afternoon
Sippin' booze with a crew, that be clappin' tunes, I need to take
My black ass back to school but all I wanna do is just act a fool

Sly Boogy that's my name and I came to run the game
Oh yeah, spit flows that be off the chain now, the west coast
Ain't the same, I keep thuggin' it up west side ID that's what's up?
When I talk ish back it up, I'ma back it up, and try not to get gaffled
You and let the police snatch me up, I keep thuggin' it up

Sly Boogy, he so damn good, most folks know he ain't
Know damn good choke on smoke and we blow that wood
Post up low when we throw that kush, endo dro hypno and gin
Chop when I takes hypno and gin, oh no, you know
We gon' send, one mo, two mo, three mo gen

It's the big young haul with the massive cuts, come get this alcohol
Pass the blunt, I expose my drawers when I'm actin' up with
The thugs and a pause like that's the cut, you can catch me
In the jam with some caps to bust in the back with some cats
That will stab you up with a fat money stack livin' lavey lush
Sly Boogy young ghetto fabulous, okay

Sly Boogy that's my name and I came to run the game
Oh yeah, spit flows that be off the chain now, the west coast
Ain't the same, I keep thuggin' it up west side ID that's what's up?
When I talk ish back it up, I'ma back it up, and try not to get gaffled
You and let the police snatch me up, I keep thuggin' it up

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