Kendrick Lamar, Schoolboy Q, Ab-Soul & Jay Rock - U.O.E.N.O (Remix) | Текст песни

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• Kendrick Lamar, Schoolboy Q, Ab-Soul & Jay Rock
• U.O.E.N.O (Remix)

[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 group 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 monogamist, 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 Who 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 soulo, 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 O's, you don't even know I'm gettin' cheese like Cheetos
You mad that we BMF