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

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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 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