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The Boogieman
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Hip-Hop/Rap
The Boogieman was released on June 17, 2022 by Bud E Boy Entertainment as a part of the album The Boogieman - Single
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Release DateJune 17, 2022
LabelBud E Boy Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM85

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A.O.G.F.
A.O.G.F.
Performer
AOGF
AOGF
Performer
COLD 187um
COLD 187um
Rap
Kokane
Kokane
Background Vocals, Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerry B. Long, Jr.
Jerry B. Long, Jr.
Songwriter
Gregory Fernan Hutchinson
Gregory Fernan Hutchinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
COLD 187um
COLD 187um
Producer

Lyrics

Awww It burns...
ohhhhhh it burns...
(*Unknown voice speaks)
We have returned..
the true essence..
Anyone else funking under the G..
Is under a false pretense.
You know my pedigree.
It's just the G in me.
It flow so naturally.
You can not funk with me.
Muthafucka meet the Boogie Man
I got that remedy.
Gangsters they feeling me.
But your funk sound hella weak.
You can not funk with me.
Yeah, see I bring it to you deep, deeper than the Titanic song.
With pure unadulterated hundred percent G Funk.
I don't give a fuck over these years who you been following.
How many nuts and balls of theirs you been swallowing.
I don't chase the cat, I'm an Atomic dog.
I'm the type of ****, big booty control to y'all.
My freestyle is worth 100 bricks, plus 100 elbows.
Tell me when you need me to press go.
I hustler getting money, run deep in my vains.
Your buster chasing your tail, and running with lame.
You pitiful like Chris Rock getting slap by Will Smith.
You a different type of weenie if you get banged on by Fresh Prince.
I just come from a different type of environment.
Suckers get rolled for thinking they can try it.
I still big scope with the heat in my hand.
It's Cold 187um aka the Boogie Man.
You know my pedigree.
It's just the G in me.
It flow so naturally.
You can not funk with me.
Muthafucka meet the Boogie Man
I got that remedy.
Gangsters they feeling me.
But your funk sound hella weak.
You can not funk with me.
Motherfucka meet the boogie man, The flow so sick, paranormal shit.
Riding on these **** like John Wick.
We make music for the Gz up in the trenches.
We in the game, while you other **** warming up the benches.
We like Shaq, Kobe, Kareem and Magic.
Bussin sporadic, we hit them hard collateral damage.
Now I'm the coldest that ever did it, admit it, I envision a vision.
Of higher living, **** stayed on a mission, pay close attention.
We them ****, bang out the trunk.
We from the land where we know to put the G in the Funk.
I'm from the P O M O N A C O U N T Y L A.
We outside now which one of y'all want to play.
Keep the 6'4 hopping like a kangaroo.
Floating like a **** off gorilla glue.
Now there's a lot of **** funking but they shit sound bland.
Its Dr. Kokastein and Black Super Man.
You know my pedigree.
It's just the G in me.
It flow so naturally.
You can not funk with me.
Muthafucka meet the Boogie Man
I got that remedy.
Gangsters they feeling me.
But your funk sound hella weak.
You can not funk with me.
Written by: Gregory Fernan Hutchinson, Jerry B. Long, Jr.
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