Huey

Foot and hand on the gates
We was jumping em, fuck, Im like quicksand in my ways
Was always stuck in em, stuck it in and I ambulance came
The first time which aint fast if you Los Angeles raised
And my bitch say the spliff take the soul from me
And the clique tight-knit, its like the lo rugby
Beat the fucking beat up like it stole from me
You can talk to Clancy, you need a feature or quote from me (Bitch)
Im off Delancy, I reek of reefer and show money
Its Early running with niggas who cold running shit
The wins like lotion, he get em, he gone rub em in
Critics pretend to get it and bitches just dont fuck 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
Im toasting myself and a toast to all my niggas
And aint no time limit, Im toasted as hell
And I gotta jot it quick cause I cant focus so well

And now, a formal introduction