Sly Boogy - It'z Nuthin lyrics

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[Intro]

WOOOO!!! Hah! Californ-a-ee

Sly Boogy! Hah!

Fin to make this crack, real quick

It ain't no problem, believe me man

[Chorus]

It's nothing, we drunk and - we buzzing

Tonight we gon be clubbing

This function - is jumping

Tonight I'm fucking something

We hustling - we thugging

Talk shit we gon be dumping

No bluffing - it's easy

Believe me man it's nothing

[Verse]

You might see in the back with a flask of yac

Swinging on it like I'm guzzling the glass or tap

Wit some cush' wrapped up in a plastic sac

With the finesse that the rest of these bastards lack

When I fall up in the spot, all the bitches pause

It's the nigga from the block wit the biggest balls

And there ain't too many niggaz that can fit his draws

And when he wile out, you don't wanna get involved

Cause it ain't no love and the slugs gon spray

When they close the club cause a thug don't play

And sho nuff, can really have a fucked up day

Cause I'm serving up more beef than a buffet

Oh yeah! Wit way more flavors than Now & Laters

Wit some playas that's as crazy and shady as Al Queda

Uh huh! That specialize in laying down haters

If ain't now, it's going down later, believe me

[Chorus]

[Verse]

Nigga I'll snatch your car

Then back slap you for acting hard

Rat Pack you and mack your broad

And clap at you from handle bars

Wit a bite that's as bad as Jaws

Uh huh! Nigga you don't even have to like me

When it comes to being sheisty, I'm twice as likely

Jack your jewels if your ice is pricey

Snipe you wit the too-lz [tools] and swipe your wifey

WOO!! And get all up in your brain like witch doctors

I don't really need no chains and wrist watches

Uh! I blow like propane, you can't stop this

Wit more game than PS2's and Xbox's

I got some sexy foxes, breasts topless

Butter pecan 'Rican, banelas and plus chocolates

Yeah! All up in the Mosi feeling freaky

And when I say it's gon pop, believe me

[Chorus]

[Verse]

Contest that Budha blessed the best cheeba

No stretch, straight to the chest the best reefer

With the anesthetic effects of fresh ether

Jack up your leverage and mess your technique up

I'm dangerous in sex wit a ruff neck skeezer

Stocking up the medicine chest with lexzeva [?]

I bring the beef and bust, wet your team up

Then break out like flesh infected with eczema

Uh! I pull ho's and pour, then blow doja

Bulldoze over my foes and blow toasters

Book shows over the globe, it's our culture

Repping the West Coast and posing on posters

WOO!! I chin check when I come from the shoulders

And catch wreck when I come from the holsters

And clap the four-feezy and run

This is easy an 1 plus 1, believe me

[Chorus x2]

Hah!!

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