That'z My Name

The crooked letter L to the Y the B

Yeah

They got me talkin' bout

Nigga

They got me talkin' bout

The crooked letter, L to the Y, the B

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 driver seat

All yak'ed up, Twisters on my feet

With some kush wrapped up in the swisha sweet

Got the hood jacked up since I hit the streets

All I really need to make this shit complete

Is a hoodrat slut before I get raw

And the lesbo freak for the ménages à trois (what?)

I won't come cheap, no, not at all

Slang an elbow a week, so the doc can ball (okay)

Smoke weed, drink alcohol

Everyday, all day, I be clownin', y'all

Spit shit my way and you bound to fall

With your bitch on my nuts comin' out the 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)

Westside, IE, that's what up (that's what up)

When I call shit, back it up (oh, 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

OGY with O-Z's of dro (okay)

I gon' be high with more trees to smoke

I don't see why the police should know (nah ah)

I'm on the D-low, tryna sneak a toke

So the popo won't come seize my dough

Hope they don't go loco and leave me broke

In a chokehold, sure, tryna squeeze my throat

I'm about to strife as a nasty dyke

Come checkin' the rearview for the black and whites

With the big sirens and the flashing lights

Two drops of visine, nigga, pack the pipe

Fuck it (alright)

I'm a snooze to the afternoon

Drinking booze with a crew that be clapping tools

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)

Westside, IE, that's what up (that's what up)

When I call shit, back it up (oh, 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's so damn hood

Most folks know, he ain't low'ed that hood

Choke on smoke when we blow that wood

Post up low when he roll that kush

Indo, dro, Hypno and Hen

Chocolate-tye, Scrump, Cisqo and gin

Oh no, you know, he gon' sin

One more, two more, three more, he in

It's the big young hog 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 brawls like that's the cut

You can catch me in the jam with some cats to bust

In the back, with some cats that'll stab you up

With a phat money stack, living lavilous

Sly Boogy, young ghetto fabulous

Oh, 'kay

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)

Westside, IE, that's what up (that's what up)

When I call shit, back it up (oh, back it up)

And try not to get gaffled up

And let the police snatch me up

I keep thuggin' it up

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)

Westside, IE, that's what up (that's what up)

When I call shit, back it up (oh, back it up)

And try not to get gaffled up

And let the police snatch me up

I keep thuggin' it up