Huey Knew Lyrics - Ab-soul

[Intro: Ab-Soul] 

Check it out, hey 

This is a story all about how 

My life got flipped, turned upside down 

And if you roll another blunt and keep your mouth shut 

I'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck 

Black out, black out 

(Youngin' from Del Amo) 

Black out, black out 

(Belt by Ferrigamo) 

Black out, black out, black out, yeah 

Ay, black out 

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul] 

They speak highly of me when I raise my voice 

I gotta shoot a fucking free throw to make my point 

My wittiness leave 'em stuck in the wilderness 

You need a backwood to roll to this joint 

I'm Robin Hood in Robin jeans, you follow me? 

Never mind I'm tired of tight analogies 

Still in pursuit of happiness in the midst of the madness 

With middle fingers to bitches with badges that go oink 

(Yeah! Yeah!) 

I'm on the fence with Common Sense 

My logic is sound, talk of the 90746 

No shit, Sherlock 

Remind 'em of Han Solo on the battlefront 

Everybody behind Soulo and they backin' up 

I just threw my two-step, let her back it up 

Go on back it up, go on back it up... 

You dry snitchin', I'm sliding in something moist 

You annoy these women, I anoint these women 

You stressin' em, I schedule an appointment with 'em 

They let me cut so much, I bring ointment nigga 

I'm lubricant slick baby 

I'm hornier than the brass section of the band, you understand? 

Pick your poison, it's your choice 

[Hook: Ab-Soul] 

Hey, I'm just a youngin from Del Amo 

(Lil homie from the hood) 

Yeah, with a belt by Ferragamo 

(Yeah bitch I look good) 

Hey, just doing want I wanna 

This ain't marijuana, please don't tell my mama 

[Bridge: Ab-Soul] 

I'ma black out, black out, black out, black out 

You telling white lies while I black out 

Black out, black out, black out, black out 

Pale white horse when I black out 

Black out, black out, black out, black out 

Spark the white lighter then I black out 

Even white lives matter when I black out 

Bucket of black paint in-front the white house nigga 

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul] 

(Yeah! Yeah!) 

I hope I'm in Obama's iPod 

Yeah, 'fore I had a desktop 

Was looking for a shortcut to be an icon 

But this time it's for the money my nigga 

Me and the Ichabod Don got itchy palms 

And I just left Emmet's with a jar and a intercom 

I'ma act an ass and have a donkey to pin it on 

I'm winning no matter what the decision's depending on 

I'm sinister, picture a ticking bomb in the Pentagon 

The typical shit I've been on, remember the pen is gone 

Your pinnacle's penny pinching, I'm getting nickels for my thoughts 

Like Slim Shady in Balmain jeans 

Difficult to say I'm vision impaired, all I seen 

I'm Yamborghini High, A$AP M-O-B 

Your 16 is pint sized to me 

[Hook: Ab-Soul] 

Hey, I'm just a youngin from Del Amo 

(Lil homie from the hood) 

Hey, with a belt by Ferragamo 

(Yeah bitch I look good) 

Hey, just doing want I wanna 

This ain't marijuana, please don't tell my mama 

[Bridge: Ab-Soul] 

I'ma black out, black out, black out, black out 

You telling white lies while I black out 

Black out, black out, black out, black out 

Pale white horse when I black out 

Black out, black out, black out, black out 

Spark the white lighter then I black out 

Even white lives matter when I black out 

Bucket of black paint in-front the white house nigga 

[Verse 3: Da$H] 

Young, no shame, Kurt Cobain, bastard son 

With a gun in palm, money, pussy, crime sitting on my mind 

No emotion, orange bottles how I deal with mine 

Cracking bannies, only time a nigga cross the line 

Wrong hand signs'll turn a function to Columbine 

Yeah, So, B.o.B's top gunner 

Front runner, never die clique, the thing you are not brother 

Polo Ralph Lauren is keeping the Glock covered 

Pour up medication by the brick 

Sipping oil like we're tryna sink a ship 

So, Teag, uppers and the downers in the mix 

Now the film heads talking 'bout a script 

Living my days is a gamble 

I guess that's the perks of the set, bet 

Ain't nothing certain but dirt that bitch wearing that skirt 

So I guess that I'm flirting with death 

Need the type of cash cow to get Trump whacked out 

Here's the question you should ask 

What's the Soul without the Da$H 

Never had the option I could back out 

If it's 'bout the cash then I act out 

[Outro: Da$H & Ab-Soul] 

Black out, black out 

Black out, black out 

Black out, black out 

Black out, black out 

Yeah, So