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Huey

Foot and hand on the gates

We was jumping, oh fuck, I'm like quicksand in my ways

Was always stuck and I'm stuck until an ambulance came

The first time I changed fast through Los Angeles lanes

And my bitch say the spliff take the soul from me

And the clique tight-knit, it's like the 'lo rugby

Beat the fuckin beat up like it stole from me

You can talk to Clancy you need a feature, or quote from me

I'm off the lancy, I reek of reefer and show money

It's Early running with niggas, who cold running shit

The wins like lotion, he get it he go rub 'em in

Critics pretend to get it and bitches just don't fuck with him

I spent the day drinking and missing my grandmother

Just grab a glass and pour up some cold white wine

And a Colt 45 in it, you know how I get it

I'm toasted myself and a toast to all my niggas

And there ain't no time limit, I'm toasted as hell

And I gotta jot it quick cause I can't focus so wellAnd now, a formal introduction

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