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 ...
With a ... posted in the driver seat
All ..., Twisters on my feet
When I fall back up with the ... ???
Got the hood ... since I hit the streets (Woo!)
All I really need to make the mix complete
It's a big fat cut before I get raw
On the late night ... tryin' to ...
I won't come cheap, no not at all
Slang an ... a week so the doc can ball (Okay)
Walkin' at the mall
Everyday, all day, I be clownin', y'all
Spit flows my way and you bound to fall
With your ... on my ... comin' out...

Chorus:

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)
Real call Boogy, back it up (I'ma back it up)
And try not to get gaffled up
And let the ... 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 for show (Okay)
I'm gon' be fly with mo' G's to blow (Uh huh)
I don't see why the ... know (Nah ah)
I'm on the D-low, tryna clock a note
So the ... won't come rock my boat
Hope they don't go loco and leave me broke
I'm about to strife as a ...
From checkin' the rearview for the black and whites
With the big sirens and the flashing lights
I'm a snooze to the afternoon
Sippin' juice with a crew that be clapping tools
I need to take my ... back to school
But all I wanna do is just act a fool
Whoo!

Chorus:

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)
Real call Boogy, back it up (I'ma back it up)
And try not to get gaffled up
And let the ... snatch me up
I keep thuggin' it up

Verse 3:

It's the big young hog with the classic cuts
Which is I'm about to ball, dog, that's what's up
...when I'm actin' up
With the thugs and the broads like that's the cut
You can catch me in the jam with some rats to bust
In the back, with some cats that'll snatch you up
With a phat money stack, living lavilous
Sly Boogy, young ghetto fabulous
Oh, kay

Chorus x2:

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)
Real call Boogy, back it up (I'ma back it up)
And try not to get gaffled up
And let the ... snatch me up
I keep thuggin' it up