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Black Hippy - U.O.E.N.O. lyrics

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
I f**ed up the rap game and you ain't even know it
I just f**ed 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 b**h n***a 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 b**hes got rabies
And I hate a ho hoppin' woman
Stank p**y-poppin' woman
You f**in' 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, "f** you"
Tell 'em it's TDE 'til I'm DDT'd in that grave
And Top Dawg is proof
'til my n***a Whoo Kid get free, ain't sh** comin' for free
I'm 'bout to rape you n***as 'til you recoup

[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
It's a groovy n***a, 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 b**h could gon' go ham
Molly in her drink, but she asked me to and oh yeah I got this on cam
Gangsta n***a, no trap beats, bet I still sound like that new sh**
Originality in my blueprint, still Figg side, Figuero pimp
Her big a** 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 sh** I'm pushin'
Raise off of them pockets, bring more of them coffins
These n***as ain't popping, tell them old n***as 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 s**, she said, "Yes", you know she ain't "no" that
Seed of life on my chest, my head next to her breast
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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 n***as that's crips, I know real n***as that's bloods
Know real n***as 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, n***a I be everywhere you ain't even going
I thought it was snowing, but I'm just the coldest n***a out here flowin'
Sick of all that bullsh** y'all been promoting, but
Carson in the motherf**ing house
Del Amo, watch your motherf**ing 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, b**h-a** n***as steady PMSing
I never show my hands, can't know my plans
Gotta keep them guessing
Rock, I was off the scene
Now a n***a 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 sh** for the b**hes man
Alphabet boys, they'll get your a**
IRS, they was on a n***a
Cashed them out, not I'm scot-free
Got my pa**port in my JanSport, now I'm overseas
You don't even know it
Rock been k**in' this sh**, no gloves, no mask on me
Just 100 thousand cash on me
Back then, I was doing bad, homie
All my b**hes bad now
My old hoes try to keep tabs on me
Safe to say I'm the man now
f** a** n***a just stand down
'Fore the shots go up and it's man down
Hands down, still popping
No prescription, I'm flexing
Suplex a p**y, I've been off the edge
Too late to push me, n***a 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, b**h, we've been on
Clothesline the beat, n***a, John Cena
Been having stripes, can't walk in my Adidas
Kicked in the door, hand on the Nina
Black Hippy sh**, rock gon' bleed 'em

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