U.O.E.N.O. (Black Hippy) Lyrics
| Song | U.O.E.N.O. (Black Hippy) |
| Artist | Kendrick Lamar |
| Album | King Of New York |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] | |
| I ****** up the rap game and you ain't even know it | |
| I just ****** 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 ************* *************, 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 ******* got rabies | |
| And I hate a ho-hoppin' woman | |
| Stank *************-poppin' woman | |
| You ******' fool don't know about you | |
| But my ************* need 17 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, "************* you" | |
| Tell 'em it's TDE 'til I'm DDT'd in that grave | |
| And Top Dawg is proof | |
| 'til my ************* Whoo Kid get free, ain't *************t comin' for free | |
| I'm 'bout to rape you *************s 'til you recoup | |
| [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] | |
| It's a groovy *************, 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 ************* could gon' go ham | |
| Molly in her drink, but she asked me to and oh yeah I got this on cam | |
| Gangsta *************, no trap beats, bet I still sound like that new *************t | |
| Originality in my blueprint, still Figg side, Figuero pimp | |
| Her big ass where my palm hit, pull my ************* 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 *************t I'm pu*************n' | |
| Raise off of them pockets, bring more of them coffins | |
| These *************s ain't popping, tell them old *************s 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 ************* | |
| Know real *************s that’s crips, I know real *************s that’s bloods | |
| Know real *************s that’s thugging like you ain’t know what’s up | |
| Got codeine in my cup, got a couple checks that need ca*************ng | |
| And you could take that to the bank, what’s life without a balance? | |
| You ain't even know it, ************* I be everywhere you ain’t even going | |
| I thought it was snowing, but I’m just the coldest ************* out here flowin' | |
| Sick of all that bull*************t y’all been promoting, but | |
| Carson in the mother******g house | |
| Del Amo, watch your mother******g 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 u******ost | |
| I'm so **** I'm a walking kilo | |
| 36 Os, you don't even know I'm gettin' cheese like Cheetos | |
| You mad that we BMFing, *************-ass *************s steady PMSing | |
| I never show my hands, can't know my plans | |
| Gotta keep them guessing | |
| Rock, I was off the scene | |
| Now 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 *************t for the ******* man | |
| Alphabet boys, they'll get your ass | |
| IRS, they was on a ************* | |
| 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 *************t, no gloves, no mask on me | |
| Just 100 thousand cash on me | |
| Back then, I was doing bad, homie | |
| All my ******* bad now | |
| My old hoes try to keep tabs on me | |
| Safe to say I'm the man now | |
| ************* ass ************* just stand down | |
| 'Fore the shots go up and it's man down | |
| Hands down, still popping | |
| No prescription, I'm flexing | |
| Suplex a *************, I've been off the edge | |
| Too late to push me, ************* 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, *************, we've been on | |
| Clothesline the beat, *************, John Cena | |
| Been having stripes, can't walk in my Adidas | |
| Kicked in the door, hand on the Nina | |
| Black Hippy *************t, rock gon' bleed 'em | |
| [Outro: Future] | |
| I’m turned up every day, you don’t even know it | |
| Got your ************* with me right now, you don’t even know it | |
| We turn up in the club, you don’t even know it | |
| Got a hundred bottles comin’, you don’t even know it | |
| We came up from nothin’, you don’t even know it | |
| Drive a half a million dollar car, you don’t even know it | |
| This a thousand dollar pair of shoes, you don’t even know it | |
| Got a ************* that speak no English, she don’t even know it | |
| This a thousand dollar pair of shoes, you don't even know it | |
| This a thousand dollar cup of lean, you don't even know it | |
| This a half a million dollar car, you don't even know it | |
| I came up from the bottom, you don't even know it | |
| My *************s all ride with me on, you don't even know it | |
| Got killers with me right now, you don't even know it | |
| This a million dollar watch *************, you don't even know it | |
| Got a million dollar crib *************, you don't even know it |
| Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar | |
| I up the rap game and you ain' t even know it | |
| I just 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 , 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 got rabies | |
| And I hate a hohoppin' woman | |
| Stank poppin' woman | |
| You ' fool don' t know about you | |
| But my need 17 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, " you" | |
| Tell ' em it' s TDE ' til I' m DDT' d in that grave | |
| And Top Dawg is proof | |
| ' til my Whoo Kid get free, ain' t t comin' for free | |
| I' m ' bout to rape you s ' til you recoup | |
| Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q | |
| It' s a groovy , that' s all day, Backwood hold, three grams | |
| Got a sixshooter, that revolver spinning, shell stuck inside, but won' t jam | |
| This hoody here about two stacks, hell yeah that could gon' go ham | |
| Molly in her drink, but she asked me to and oh yeah I got this on cam | |
| Gangsta , no trap beats, bet I still sound like that new t | |
| Originality in my blueprint, still Figg side, Figuero pimp | |
| Her big ass where my palm hit, pull my out, she gon' balm it | |
| Swag surfin' all through the world, slide through the sea on a comet | |
| OXY for these morons, that be that new t I' m pu n' | |
| Raise off of them pockets, bring more of them coffins | |
| These s ain' t popping, tell them old s to move on | |
| Aw damn I done said it, all them can beheaded | |
| Verse 3: AbSoul | |
| 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 | |
| Know real s that' s crips, I know real s that' s bloods | |
| Know real s that' s thugging like you ain' t know what' s up | |
| Got codeine in my cup, got a couple checks that need ca ng | |
| And you could take that to the bank, what' s life without a balance? | |
| You ain' t even know it, I be everywhere you ain' t even going | |
| I thought it was snowing, but I' m just the coldest out here flowin' | |
| Sick of all that bull t y' all been promoting, but | |
| Carson in the mother g house | |
| Del Amo, watch your mother g 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 u ost | |
| I' m so I' m a walking kilo | |
| 36 Os, you don' t even know I' m gettin' cheese like Cheetos | |
| You mad that we BMFing, ass s steady PMSing | |
| I never show my hands, can' t know my plans | |
| Gotta keep them guessing | |
| Rock, I was off the scene | |
| Now 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 t for the man | |
| Alphabet boys, they' ll get your ass | |
| IRS, they was on a | |
| Cashed them out, not I' m scotfree | |
| Got my passport in my JanSport, now I' m overseas | |
| You don' t even know it | |
| Rock been killin' this t, no gloves, no mask on me | |
| Just 100 thousand cash on me | |
| Back then, I was doing bad, homie | |
| All my bad now | |
| My old hoes try to keep tabs on me | |
| Safe to say I' m the man now | |
| ass just stand down | |
| ' Fore the shots go up and it' s man down | |
| Hands down, still popping | |
| No prescription, I' m flexing | |
| Suplex a , I' ve been off the edge | |
| Too late to push me, 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, , we' ve been on | |
| Clothesline the beat, , John Cena | |
| Been having stripes, can' t walk in my Adidas | |
| Kicked in the door, hand on the Nina | |
| Black Hippy t, rock gon' bleed ' em | |
| Outro: Future | |
| I' m turned up every day, you don' t even know it | |
| Got your with me right now, you don' t even know it | |
| We turn up in the club, you don' t even know it | |
| Got a hundred bottles comin', you don' t even know it | |
| We came up from nothin', you don' t even know it | |
| Drive a half a million dollar car, you don' t even know it | |
| This a thousand dollar pair of shoes, you don' t even know it | |
| Got a that speak no English, she don' t even know it | |
| This a thousand dollar pair of shoes, you don' t even know it | |
| This a thousand dollar cup of lean, you don' t even know it | |
| This a half a million dollar car, you don' t even know it | |
| I came up from the bottom, you don' t even know it | |
| My s all ride with me on, you don' t even know it | |
| Got killers with me right now, you don' t even know it | |
| This a million dollar watch , you don' t even know it | |
| Got a million dollar crib , you don' t even know it |
| Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar | |
| I up the rap game and you ain' t even know it | |
| I just 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 , 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 got rabies | |
| And I hate a hohoppin' woman | |
| Stank poppin' woman | |
| You ' fool don' t know about you | |
| But my need 17 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, " you" | |
| Tell ' em it' s TDE ' til I' m DDT' d in that grave | |
| And Top Dawg is proof | |
| ' til my Whoo Kid get free, ain' t t comin' for free | |
| I' m ' bout to rape you s ' til you recoup | |
| Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q | |
| It' s a groovy , that' s all day, Backwood hold, three grams | |
| Got a sixshooter, that revolver spinning, shell stuck inside, but won' t jam | |
| This hoody here about two stacks, hell yeah that could gon' go ham | |
| Molly in her drink, but she asked me to and oh yeah I got this on cam | |
| Gangsta , no trap beats, bet I still sound like that new t | |
| Originality in my blueprint, still Figg side, Figuero pimp | |
| Her big ass where my palm hit, pull my out, she gon' balm it | |
| Swag surfin' all through the world, slide through the sea on a comet | |
| OXY for these morons, that be that new t I' m pu n' | |
| Raise off of them pockets, bring more of them coffins | |
| These s ain' t popping, tell them old s to move on | |
| Aw damn I done said it, all them can beheaded | |
| Verse 3: AbSoul | |
| 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 | |
| Know real s that' s crips, I know real s that' s bloods | |
| Know real s that' s thugging like you ain' t know what' s up | |
| Got codeine in my cup, got a couple checks that need ca ng | |
| And you could take that to the bank, what' s life without a balance? | |
| You ain' t even know it, I be everywhere you ain' t even going | |
| I thought it was snowing, but I' m just the coldest out here flowin' | |
| Sick of all that bull t y' all been promoting, but | |
| Carson in the mother g house | |
| Del Amo, watch your mother g 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 u ost | |
| I' m so I' m a walking kilo | |
| 36 Os, you don' t even know I' m gettin' cheese like Cheetos | |
| You mad that we BMFing, ass s steady PMSing | |
| I never show my hands, can' t know my plans | |
| Gotta keep them guessing | |
| Rock, I was off the scene | |
| Now 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 t for the man | |
| Alphabet boys, they' ll get your ass | |
| IRS, they was on a | |
| Cashed them out, not I' m scotfree | |
| Got my passport in my JanSport, now I' m overseas | |
| You don' t even know it | |
| Rock been killin' this t, no gloves, no mask on me | |
| Just 100 thousand cash on me | |
| Back then, I was doing bad, homie | |
| All my bad now | |
| My old hoes try to keep tabs on me | |
| Safe to say I' m the man now | |
| ass just stand down | |
| ' Fore the shots go up and it' s man down | |
| Hands down, still popping | |
| No prescription, I' m flexing | |
| Suplex a , I' ve been off the edge | |
| Too late to push me, 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, , we' ve been on | |
| Clothesline the beat, , John Cena | |
| Been having stripes, can' t walk in my Adidas | |
| Kicked in the door, hand on the Nina | |
| Black Hippy t, rock gon' bleed ' em | |
| Outro: Future | |
| I' m turned up every day, you don' t even know it | |
| Got your with me right now, you don' t even know it | |
| We turn up in the club, you don' t even know it | |
| Got a hundred bottles comin', you don' t even know it | |
| We came up from nothin', you don' t even know it | |
| Drive a half a million dollar car, you don' t even know it | |
| This a thousand dollar pair of shoes, you don' t even know it | |
| Got a that speak no English, she don' t even know it | |
| This a thousand dollar pair of shoes, you don' t even know it | |
| This a thousand dollar cup of lean, you don' t even know it | |
| This a half a million dollar car, you don' t even know it | |
| I came up from the bottom, you don' t even know it | |
| My s all ride with me on, you don' t even know it | |
| Got killers with me right now, you don' t even know it | |
| This a million dollar watch , you don' t even know it | |
| Got a million dollar crib , you don' t even know it |
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