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 well

And now, a formal introduction