Huey

Foot and hand on the gates

We was jumping 'em, *******, I'm like quicksand in my ways

Was always stuck in 'em, stuck it in and I ambulance came

The first time which ain't fast if you Los Angeles raised

And my ******* say the spliff take the soul from me

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

Beat the ******* beat up like it stole from me

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

I'm off Delancy, I reek of reefer and show money

It's Early running with *******s who cold running *******t

The wins like lotion, he get 'em, he gone rub 'em in

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

I spent the day drinking and missing my grandmother

Just grab a glass and pour some cold white wine in it

A Colt 4-5 in it, you know how I get it

I'm toasting myself and a toast to all my *******s

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

And I gotta jot it quick cause I can't focus so well

And now, a formal introduction