it's ya boy Tony Touch (Tony Toca) my man Sly Boogy is puttin it down right now some stupid, some retarted so pay attention, play it loud, aight
Big Von in the building straight from the Chopshop tellin all MC's send fire to ya rap books 'cause Sly Boogy is here to take the throne bring the spot like back to the west
I be the S-L-why to the be double O to the G to the why, for those who don't know when I get the paper I'm ghost and a pack of zig-zags and a fat ass Indiga stash 'cause I'm fuckin with Sway nothing but love and respect just take that blunt to the chest and a little bit of yac to the troat and let this bump in yo deck when you go to congrat with yo folks want to be runnin this game it's like I'm smugglin caine I'ma put a high slug in ya frame and change my government name when I take this muscle with aim it's gone be nothing but pain some of you niggaz is lame you don't belong in this game 'cause this is judgement day
yeah, it's Mr. Death Row himself hey Sly Boogy, the west coast is ours boy shit on 'em for ya nigga tho
almighty Ruffnecks, worldfamous beat junkies Fantastic Four puttin it down my man Sly Boogy reppin the west coast to the fullest y'all
I be the S-L-why to the be double O to the G to the why, for those who don't know when I get the blow in this dro bitch, I'm itchin to bust get pistol whipped like a punk I'll put a clip in the dump and if they put us in cuffs