Sly Boogy – Jackin' 4 Beats lyrics

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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 receive 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, 'cause
I got what it takes to smash and straight dump yea
you
better watch what you say to me nigga, 'cause
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 'cause
all I want to 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 'cause 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

yo
check, the delivery yo
check, the delivery yo
check, the delivery 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 yo
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