Lyrics:
woogie's got me like a knife in a back
I said be my guest you got nothing to loose
Won't you let me take you on a sea cruise
I said
Huey Huey babe, Huey
nah I'm sayin'?)
Microphone checka, micro, microphone checka (that's my partner in crime, nah I'm sayin'?)
Microphone checka, micro, microphone checka
nah I'm sayin'?)
Microphone checka, micro, microphone checka (that's my partner in crime, nah I'm sayin'?)
Microphone checka, micro, microphone checka
in the spot and grabbed the beat by the pressure point
I got the voc' in touch
I tell my bitch I'ma, give up drinkin' when she give her emotions up
Too
This is how you flip the microphone
How you flip the microphone
This is how you flip the mic
This is how you flip the microphone
And I want
This is how you flip the microphone
How you flip the microphone
This is how you flip the mic
This is how you flip the microphone
And I want
mourn falling stars
They still living all hard (We still here)
Now of course this was
Inspired by 2Pac Shakur
Eazy-E, still here (still here)
My man
Lola
I, said, yo Lola, swolla
Suave bola, Ayatollah
Saudi Arabia, Coca-Cola
My Rolex watch is ran by solar
Get down, peep my mic technique
Let's
as the chopper soars
My battalion, we go to war!
Decieved by their words
Decieved by their ways
Haunted by The Huey's roar
Forevermore
The barking of guns
Rolls
Anytime you thinkin' Huey lame, just know that you is hatin
I be shinin' diamonds on my neck, be cold, feel like Ice skatin
I be blowin' woods, my eyes be
allows me to shine
Bright, with the light
This microphone is my weapon
This microphone is my confidant
This microphone is my magical wand
To make all
fuck college man with this microphone
I don’t need that shit cuz one day my music will blow
If you’ve been here from day 1, you already know
That I could
of my t.v. screen.
24-7, You wait for me.
Entertaining angels
By the time I fall to my knees.
Host of heaven, sing over me.
Entertaining angels
Huey and Riley
Stay by my solo and smoking exotic
Tropical inside me its hitting my body
Not watching my mouth I'm the shit like a potty
Them lil niggas
things
Talent you have naturally
Skill, is only developed by hours and hours and hours of beating on your craft
I've been killing microphones, killing
things talent you
Have naturally skill is only developed
By hours and hours and hours
Of beating on your craft
I've been killing microphones
Killing
Sleep with my eyes at post
So diablo won't be hostin the game of life
The knife sits by throats of the young
And blows death straight through the lungs
Committee, pat'na
It's H-U-E-Y (yup), whom fly G five (yup)
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs (oh)
What her mama done gave her done grew
Committee, pat'na
It's H-U-E-Y (yup), whom fly G five (yup)
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs (oh)
What her mama done gave her done grew
niggas out here
None of why'all niggaz out here
'Cause you ain't, none of my motherfuckin comrades
I don't give a, flyin fuck, what?
You want it?
I'm just living great
Billing my palace, aye
Climbing these mountains, damn this shit outstanding
Prez-O;
c-Money whatcha cookin' up
These beats got
Now y'all see that, huey coming up
Got up off my ass, go get that bag
I gotta run it up
You try to stab me in my back again
You must be dumb as fuck
(hold up, hold up, it's that Double Huey Skit)
Microphone check, one, two, three
Now this is how a hype beat should be
Beat be slammin', people be
see Huey come around tryna make sure my family's set
One more time and it's over I need you by my side like my shoulder
I smoke so much woods, I think
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