Sly Boogy - Flow lyrics

[Verse 1] Dippin' in the 'lac with the limosine tint It's the three piece polyester pinstripe pimp Fresh out the mo mo', creepin up the ho stroll In slow mo', this motherf**er so cold With his brim on tilt, he be leanin' to the side With his eyes overwired for hoes that try to hide At the crack of nightfall this n***a be whitewallin' Issuin' sitations for wreckless eyeballin' This n***a so cold he be leavin' these hoes frozen Throwin' elbows with foes and bulldozin' Tailormade clothes for Joes is highrollin' Hoes wait to be chose, on the sidewalk posin' Comatose from me dosha overdose With hoes from coast to coast, I'd like to propose a toast To the big boss playa, pullin' fast dough Patrolin' the block, steady clockin' the cashflow [Hook] (He got flow) He lit a blunt without a flame, in the rain You can tell by the way he be kickin' his game (He got flow) Ghetto superstar with neighbourhood fame (He got flow) With a forty, takin' Mary Jane to the brain (He - got - flow) Cause he be jackin' his jaw with no flaws Without a pause, sweaty balls and dirty drawers (He got flow) Inconspicuously breakin' the law (He got flow) Whether it summer, spring, winter or fall He got soul, this n***a be cold As the ice on top of the globe When he roll the dice, so precise ???, Hold it on the d-low He so fine, this n***a be fine That's why he's a shinin' dime Top of the line, one of a kind Multiplied by a thousand times [Verse 2] He got the best to accomidate your fetish, that's no question He got a variety of ?? in his posession Exotic flesh with the excellence of perfection He got the finest quality, top choice selection A chocolate nubian treat that's so sweet She could put a tweakin' street creepers beef straight to sleep With a physique that's so sleak she can study your speech Police be breakin they necks to take a peak with a screech Got a japanese diva with an immaculate stack That's got his back in the back of a cadillac, on her lap a dirty strap A bu*ter Rican Pican with an a** that's so fat And a big booty white b**h that act blacker then Bernie Mac Camatose from me dosha overdose With hoes from coast to coast, I'd like to propose a toast To the big boss playa, pullin' fast dough Patrolin' the block, steady clockin' the cashflow [Hook] (He got flow) With scrill circulatin' the streets Ill with the sk** to rock a crack baby to sleep (He got flow) With his pimpin tippy toes when he creeps (He got flow) He don't cease until his flow is complete (He got flow) He put a whole houseparty in a zone With a fifth of yac' and a nickelsack of bammer homegrown (He got flow) To pretty to leave these b**hes alone (He got flow) Reekin' of weed, and expensive cologne He got soul, this n***a be cold As the ice on top of the globe When he roll the dice, so precise ???? Hold it on the d-low He so fine, this n***a be fine That's why he's a shinin' dime Top of the line, one of a kind Multiplied by a thousand times He got flow