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Huey Lyrics

Foot and hand on the gates
We was jumping, oh f***, 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 b**** say the spliff take the soul from me
And the clique tight-knit, it's like the 'lo rugby
Beat the f***** 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 n*****, who cold running s***
The wins like lotion, he get it he go rub 'em in
Critics pretend to get it and b****** just don't f*** 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 n*****
And there 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
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