Sly Boogy - That'z My Name (Tha Dirty Version) lyrics

The crooked letter L to the Y the B (uh)
Double O G to the Y that's me (okay)
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 shit complete

Is a hood rat slut before I get raw
And the lesbo freak for the ménage à trois
I won't come cheap, no, not at all
Slang an elbow a week so that I can ball (okay)
Smoke weed, drink alcohol
Every day, all day I be clownin' y'all
Spit shit my way and you're bound to fall
With ya bitch on my nuts comin' out the drawers

Sly Boogy, that's my name (uh huh)
And I came to run the game (oh yeah)
Spit flows that be off the chain now
Now the west coast ain't the same (I keep thuggin' it up)
West side I E, that's what's up (that's what's up)
When I talk shit, back it up (I'mma back it up)
And try not to get gaffled up
And let the police snatch me up
I keep thuggin' it up

Sly to the B the O (uh huh)
O G Y with OZ's of dro (okay)
I'm going to be high with more trees to smoke
I don't see why the police should know (nah uh)
I'm on the D lo tryin' to sneak the to
So the po po won't come cease my dope
Hope they don't go loco and leave me broke
In a choke-hold tryin' to squeeze my throat (ooh ooh)

I'm 'bout as trife as a nasty dyke
I'm checkin' the rear view for the black 'n' white
With big sirens and the flashin' lights
Two drops of Visine, nigga pack the pipe (fuck it)

I'ma snooze to the afternoon
Drinkin' 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 (woo)

Sly Boogy, that's my name (uh huh)
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 I E, that's what's up (that's what's up)
When I talk shit, back it up (I'mma back it up)
And try not to get gaffled up
And let the police snatch me up
I keep thuggin' it up

Sly Boogy, he so damn hood
Most folks know he ain't no damn good
Choke on smoke and we blow that wood
Post up low when we throw that kush
Endo, dro, hypno and gin
Chocolate-type smoke sense blow and gin
Oh no, you know we gon' send
One mo, two mo, three mo again

It's the big young haul with the massive nuts
Come hit this alcohol nigga, pass the blunt
I expose my drawers when I'm actin' up
With the thugs and the broads 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 (uh huh)
And I came to run the game (oh yeah)
Spit flows that be off the chain now
Now the west coast ain't the same (I keep thuggin' it up)
West side I E, that's what's up (that's what's up)
When I talk shit, back it up (I'mma back it up)
And try not to get gaffled up
And let the police snatch me up
I keep thuggin' it up
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