[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 recieve 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 
cuz I got what it takes to smash and straight dump 
yea 
you better watch what you say to me, nigga 
cuz 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 
cuz all I wanna 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 cuz 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, check the delivery