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Artist: Sly Boogy Album: It'z Nuthin 12" Title: It'z Nuthin LYRICS: [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 - repeat 2x] Hah!! [Scott Storch Instrumental Outro]