Ab-Soul - Huey Knew THEN (feat. Da$H) Lyrics

Check it out, heyThis is a story all about howMy life got flipped, turned upside downAnd if you roll another blunt and keep your mouth shutI'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind FuckBlack out, black out (Youngin from Del Amo)Black out, black out (Belt by Ferrigamo)Black out, black outBlack out, yeah, aye, man (black out)They speak highly of me when I raise my voiceI gotta shoot a fuckin' free throw to make my pointMy wittiness leave 'em stuck in the wildernessYou need a backwood to roll to this jointI'm Robin Hood in Robin jeans, you follow me?Nevermind, I'm tired of tight analogiesStill in pursuit of happiness in the midst of the madnessWith middle fingers to bitches with badges that go oink(Yeah! Yeah!)I'm on the fence with common senseMy logic is sound, Spock of the 90746No shit, SherlockRemind 'em of Han Solo on the battlefrontEverybody behind Soulo and they backin' upI just threw my two-step, let her back it upGo on, back it up! Go on, back it up!You dry-snitchin', I'm slidin' in somethin' moistYou annoy these women, I anoint these womenYou stressin' em, I schedule an appointment with 'emThey let me cut so much I bring ointment, niggaI'm lubricant slick, baby, I'm hornier thanThe brass section of the band, you understand?Pick your poison, it's your choiceHey, 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 wannaThis ain't marijuanaPlease don't tell my mamaI'ma black out, black out, black out, black outYou tellin' white lies while I black outBlack out, black out, black out, black outPale white horse when I black outBlack out, black out, black out, black outSpark the white lighter, then I black outEven white lives matter when I black outBucket of black paint in front the White House, nigga(Yeah! Yeah!) I hope I'm in Obama's iPodYeah, 'fore I had a desktopWas lookin' for a shortcut to be an iconBut this time it's for the money, my niggaMe and the Ichiban Don got itchy palmsAnd I just left Emmet's with a jar and a intercomI'ma act an ass and have a donkey to pin it onI'm winnin' no matter what the decision's dependin' onI'm sinister, picture a tickin' bomb in the PentagonThe typical shit I've been on, remember the pen is goneYour pinnacle's penny-pinchin'I'm gettin' nickels for my thoughtsLike Slim Shady in Balmain jeansDifficult to say I'm vision impaired, all I seenI'm Yamborghini High, A$AP M-O-BYour 16 is pint-sized to meHey, I'm just a youngin from Del Amo(Lil' homie from the hood)Hey, with a belt by Ferragamo(Yeah, bitch, I look good)Hey, just doing want I wannaThis ain't marijuanaPlease don't tell my mamaI'ma black out, black out, black out, black outYou tellin' white lies while I black outBlack out, black out, black out, black outPale white horse when I black outBlack out, black out, black out, black outSpark the white lighter, then I black outEven white lives matter when I black outBucket of black paint in front the White House, niggaYoung no shame Kurt Cobain, bastard sonWith a gun in palm; money, pussy, crime sittin' on my mindNo emotion, orange bottles how I deal with mineCrackin' bannies only time a nigga cross the lineWrong hand signs'll turn a function to ColumbineYeah, so, B.O.B's top gunnerFront runner, NEVR DIE clique, the thing you are not, brotherPolo Ralph Lauren is keepin' the Glock coveredPour up medication by the brickSippin' oil like we're tryna sink a shipSo yeah, uppers and the downers in the mixNow the film heads talking 'bout a scriptLivin' my days is a gambleI guess that's the perks of the set, betAin't nothin' certain but dirt, that bitch wearin' that skirtSo I guess that I'm flirtin' with deathNeed the type of cash cow to get Trump whacked outHere's the question you should askWhat's the Soul without the Da$H?Never had the option I could back outIf it's 'bout the cash, then I act outBlack out, black outBlack out, black outBlack out, black outBlack out, black outYeah, so!