Flow - Sly Boogy

Dippin' in the 'lac with the limosine tint

It’s the three piece polyester pinstripe pimp

Fresh out the mo mo', creepin up the ho stroll

In slow mo', this motherfucker so cold

With his brim on tilt, he be leanin' to the side

With his eyes overwired for hoes that try to hide

At the crack of nightfall this nigga be whitewallin'

Issuin' sitations for wreckless eyeballin'

This nigga so cold he be leavin' these hoes frozen

Throwin' elbows with foes and bulldozin'

Tailormade clothes for Joes is highrollin'

Hoes wait to be chose, on the sidewalk posin'

Comatose from me dosha overdose

With hoes from coast to coast, I’d like to propose a toast

To the big boss playa, pullin' fast dough

Patrolin' the block, steady clockin' the cashflow

(He got flow) He lit a blunt without a flame, in the rain

You can tell by the way he be kickin' his game

(He got flow) Ghetto superstar with neighbourhood fame

(He got flow) With a forty, takin' Mary Jane to the brain

(He — got — flow) Cause he be jackin' his jaw with no flaws

Without a pause, sweaty balls and dirty drawers

(He got flow) Inconspicuously breakin' the law

(He got flow) Whether it summer, spring, winter or fall

He got soul, this nigga be cold

As the ice on top of the globe

When he roll the dice, so precise

???, Hold it on the d-low

He so fine, this nigga be fine

That’s why he’s a shinin' dime

Top of the line, one of a kind

Multiplied by a thousand times

He got the best to accomidate your fetish, that’s no question

He got a variety of ??

in his posession

Exotic flesh with the excellence of perfection

He got the finest quality, top choice selection

A chocolate nubian treat that’s so sweet

She could put a tweakin' street-creeping speed-freak to sleep

With a physique that’s so sleak she can study your speech

Police be breakin they necks to take a peak with a screech

Got a japanese diva with an immaculate stack

That’s got his back in the back of a cadillac, on her lap a dirty strap

A Butter Rican Pican with an ass that’s so fat

And a big booty white bitch that act blacker then Bernie Mac

Camatose from me dosha overdose

With hoes from coast to coast, I’d like to propose a toast

To the big boss playa, pullin' fast dough

Patrolin' the block, steady clockin' the cashflow

(He got flow) With scrill circulatin' the streets

Ill with the skill to rock a crack baby to sleep

(He got flow) With his pimpin tippy toes when he creeps

(He got flow) He don’t cease until his flow is complete

(He got flow) He put a whole houseparty in a zone

With a fifth of yac' and a nickelsack of bammer homegrown

(He got flow) To pretty to leave these bitches alone

(He got flow) Reekin' of weed, and expensive cologne

He got soul, this nigga be cold

As the ice on top of the globe

When he roll the dice, so precise

???

Hold it on the d-low

He so fine, this nigga be fine

That’s why he’s a shinin' dime

Top of the line, one of a kind

Multiplied by a thousand times

He got flow