Ab-Soul - Huey Knew lyrics

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Ab-Soul - Huey Knew lyrics

[Intro] 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 n***a that your mic up Black out, black out (f** your ?) Black out, black out (Belt by Ferrigamo) Black out, black out, black out Ay, black out [Verse 1: Ab-Soul] They speak highly of me when I raise my voice I gotta shoot a f**ing 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 an*logies Still in pursuit of happiness in the midst of the madness With middle fingers to b**hes with badges that go oink I'm on the fence with Common Sense My (?) in '07, '06 No sh** Sherlock Remind 'em of Han Solo on the battlefront Everybody behind solo and they backin' up I just threw my tomb stunt 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' on my schedule and appointment with 'em They let me cut so much I bring ointment n***a I'm lubricant slick baby I'm hornier than the bra** section of the band, you understand? Pick your poison, it's your choice [Hook] Hey I'm just a younging from Del Amo (Lil homie from the hood) Hey and a belt by Ferragamo (b**h I look good) Hey just doing want I wanna This ain't marijuana Please don't tell my mama [Bridge] I'ma black out, black out Black out, black out Telling white lies while I black out Black out, black out Pale white horse when I 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 n***a [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] I hope I'm in Obama's iPod 'Fore I had a desktop, was looking for a shortcut to be an icon But this time it's for the money my n***a Me and the icky (?) got itchy palms And I just left (?) with a (?) intercom I'ma act an a** and have a donkey to pin it on I'm winning no matter what the decisions dependent on I'm sinister, picture a ticking bomb in the Pentagon The typical sh** 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$AP M-O-B Your 16 is pint sized to me [Hook] Hey I'm just a younging from Del Amo (Lil homie from the hood) Hey and a belt by Ferragamo (b**h I look good) Hey just doing want I wanna This ain't marijuana Please don't tell my mama [Bridge] I'ma black out, black out Black out, black out Telling white lies while I black out Black out, black out Pale white horse when I black out Black out, black out Spark the white lighter then I black out Even white lives matter when I black out Bucket of black paint in-front the white house n***a [Verse 3: Da$H] Young no shame Kurt Cobain Da$H the sun With a gun in palm - money, p**y, crime sitting on my mind No emotion (?) how I deal with mine Cracking (?) only time a n***a cross the line Wrong hand signs'll turn a function to Columbine Yeah so, BOB's top gunner Front runner, never die click The thing you are not brother Hold up, Ralph Lauren is keeping the Glock covered (?) medication by the brick Sipping oil like we're tryna sink a ship So, yeah, uppers and the downers in the mix Now the film heads, talking about the script Living my days is a gamble Guess that's the perks of the set, bet Ain't nothing certain but dirt that b**h wearing that skirt So I guess that I'm flirting with d**h Need the type of cash cow get drunk whacked out Here's the question you should ask What's the Soul without the Da$H? Never had the option I could back out If it's bout the cash then I act out [Outro] Black out, black out Black out, black out Black out, black out Black out, black out Soul