Sly Boogy - That's My Name lyrics

[Sly Boogy] Huh Uh Uh Ha Yeah They got me talkin' bout {*repeated breathing*} n***a Hah, huh Uh They got me talkin' bout {*repeated breathing*} (Verse 1) 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 driver seat (Uh) 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 (Uh) All I really need to make this sh** complete Is a hoodrat s*ut before I get raw And the lesbo freak for the menage-a-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 sh** my way and you bound to fall With your b**h on my nuts comin' out the drawers (Uh) Chorus: Sly Boogy 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) Westside, I.E., that's what up (That's what up) When I call sh**, 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 (Verse 2) Sly to the B, the O (Uh huh) O.G.Y. with O-Z's of dro (Okay) I gon' be high with more trees to smoke (Uh huh) 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 (Whoop-WHOOP!) 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, n***a, pack the pipe f** it (Alright) I'm a snooze to the afternoon Drinking booze with a crew that be clapping tools I need to take my black a** back to school But all I wanna do is just act a fool Whoo! Repeat Chorus Hook: Sly Boogy 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 (Verse 3) It's the big young hog with the ma**ive nuts Come hit this alcohol, n***a, pa** 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 Repeat Chorus Twice Repeat Hook