U.o.e.n.o. Lyrics - Singles - Black Hippy

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] 

I fucked up the rap game and you ain't even know it 

I just fucked what's her name and you ain't even know it 

She got a *censored* tattoo and you ain't even know it 

We about to form a little groupie and you ain't even know it, let's get it 

Stuck in a rock and a hard place 

Eminem, Pac and where God stay 

Timberlands pop that jaw bone 

Now bitch nigga tell me how that tar taste 

And even Tarzan can get swung on, 

I never hung out with the loud mouth 

You got a foul mouth 

And that dead body gon' smell foul when it fouls out 

She filed my nails in the Bahamas 

We found ourselves in the Bahamas 

She found God, meditation and peace 

I found myself without a condom 

You know everybody having them babies 

It's a beautiful thing it ain't crazy 

If a rapper monogamous, you know what the problem is? 

Too many bitches got rabies 

And I hate a ho hoppin' woman 

Stank pussy-poppin' woman 

You fuckin' fool don't know about you 

But my dick need 70 years on it 

Anything after that is just a bonus 

And I been in the lab with my opponents 

And since Sway done swayed that list 

He got a flatscreen the next morning 

Tell 'em I need my credit when it's due 

Tell 'em I need my lettuce when it's new 

Tell 'em I got a fetish for fine fabric Franklins and saying, "Fuck you" 

Tell 'em it's TDE 'til I'm DDT'd in that grave 

And Top Dawg is proof 

'til my nigga Whoo Kid get free, ain't shit comin' for free 

I'm 'bout to rape you niggas 'til you recoup 

[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] 

It's a groovy nigga, that's all day, Backwood hold, three grams 

Got a six-shooter, that revolver spinning, shell stuck inside, but won't jam 

This hoody here about two stacks, hell yeah that bitch could gon' go ham 

Molly in her drink, but she asked me to and oh yeah I got this on cam 

Gangsta nigga, no trap beats, bet I still sound like that new shit 

Originality in my blueprint, still Figg side, Figuero pimp 

Her big ass where my palm hit, pull my dick out, she gon' balm it 

Swag surfin' all through the world, slide through the sea on a comet 

O-X-Y for these morons, that be that new shit I'm pushin' 

Raise off of them pockets, bring more of them coffins 

These niggas ain't popping, tell them old niggas to move on 

Aw damn I done said it, all them can beheaded 

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul] 

She ain't single but she solo, you ain't even know it 

Unsigned with sold out shows, you ain't even know it 

My lips black but they ain't chapped, she ain't even know that 

Let's have sex, she said, "Yes", you know she ain't "no" that 

Seed of life on my chest, my head next to her breast 

My mind all in the clouds, just bought an ounce of the best 

No talking when I'm off that loud 

I came quick so she pissed 

You know I'm good for another round 

But it's hard when everybody on your dick 

Know real niggas that's crips, I know real niggas that's bloods 

Know real niggas that's thugging like you ain't know what's up 

Got codeine in my cup, got a couple checks that need cashing 

And you could take that to the bank, what's life without a balance? 

You ain't even know it, nigga I be everywhere you ain't even going 

I thought it was snowing, but I'm just the coldest nigga out here flowin' 

Sick of all that bullshit y'all been promoting, but 

Carson in the motherfucking house 

Del Amo, watch your motherfucking mouth 

I took the game by storm, just to X men out 

I'm crazy out my mind, I put my life on the line 

The tortoise only makes progress when his neck sticks out 

Just a little token of gold if you ain't know it, though 

[Verse 4: Jay Rock] 

Respect, I get the utmost 

I'm so dope I'm a walking kilo 

36 Os, you don't even know I'm gettin' cheese like Cheetos 

You mad that we BMFing, bitch-ass niggas steady PMSing 

I never show my hands, can't know my plans 

Gotta keep them guessing 

Rock, I was off the scene 

Now a nigga back like a four and a half 

Shooting up the set like Spielberg 

See the big picture when them hammers flash 

I don't post a lot on Instagram 

That's the quickest way they'll get you man 

Leave that shit for the bitches man 

Alphabet boys, they'll get your ass 

IRS, they was on a nigga 

Cashed them out, not I'm scot-free 

Got my passport in my JanSport, now I'm overseas 

You don't even know it 

Rock been killin' this shit, no gloves, no mask on me 

Just 100 thousand cash on me 

Back then, I was doing bad, homie 

All my bitches bad now 

My old hoes try to keep tabs on me 

Safe to say I'm the man now 

Fuck ass nigga just stand down 

'Fore the shots go up and it's man down 

Hands down, still popping 

No prescription, I'm flexing 

Suplex a pussy, I've been off the edge 

Too late to push me, nigga I ain't fell off 

Used to move Frosted Flakes like Kellogg's 

Pull up to the bank, count paper like tellers 

Top Dawg, Money Gang, bitch, we've been on 

Clothesline the beat, nigga, John Cena 

Been having stripes, can't walk in my Adidas 

Kicked in the door, hand on the Nina 

Black Hippy shit, rock gon' bleed 'em