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Huey Foot and hand on the gates We was jumping 'em, f***, 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 (Nigga) My bitch say the spliff take the soul from me (Aye) And the clique tight-knit, it's like the 'lo rugby Beat the fuc*** beat up like it stole from me (Yup) You can talk to Clancy, you need a feature or quote from me (Bitch) I'm off Delancey, I reek of reefer and show money It's Early, running with niggas who cold running shit The wins like lotion, he get 'em, he gone rub 'em in Critics pretend they get it and bitches just don't f*** with him I spent the day drinking and missing my grandmother, just Grab a glass and pour some cold white wine in it Or Colt .45 in it, you know how I get it I'm toasting myself, and a toast to all my niggas 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
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