U.O.E.N.O. (Remix) Lyrics
| Song | U.O.E.N.O. (Remix) |
| Artist | Kendrick Lamar |
| Album | Kendrication |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Kendrick] | |
| 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… tattoo and you ain’t even know it | |
| We ’bout to form a little group, and you ain’t even know 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 | |
| Even Tarzan can get swung on | |
| I never hung out with the loud mouth | |
| You’ve got a foul mouth, but 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, at peace | |
| I found myself without a condom | |
| You know everybody havin’ 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 hoe hoppin’ on me | |
| Stank pussy popping, warn me | |
| You fuckin’ fool, don’t know about you | |
| But my dick need 17 years on it | |
| Anything after that is just a bonus | |
| And I’ve been in the lab with my opponents | |
| And since Sway done swang that list | |
| He got a flatscreen the next morning | |
| Tell ‘em I need my credit when it’s due | |
| Tell ‘em I need my lettue when it’s new | |
| Tell ‘em I got a fetish for fine fabrics | |
| 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 recoupe | |
| [Verse 2: Schoolboy] | |
| Groovy nigga, that’s all day, Backwood hold three grams | |
| Got a six-shooter, that revolver spinning | |
| Shells stuck inside but won’t jam | |
| This hoodie here ’bout two stacks, hell yeah that bitch gon’ go HAM | |
| Molly in her drink, but she asked me to, and oh yeah, I got this on cam’ | |
| Gangster nigga, not trap beats – bet I still sound like that new shit | |
| Originality in my blueprint, still Figg Side, figaro, pimp | |
| Her thick ass where my palm hit, pull my dick out, she gon’ bomb it | |
| Swag surfing all through the world, slide through the sea on a comet | |
| O-X-Y for these morons, that be that new shit I’m pushing | |
| Raise off of them pockets, bring more of them chloroforms | |
| These niggas ain’t poppin’ – tell them old niggas to move on | |
| Ah damn, I don said it – yeah – ah damn, they beheaded | |
| [Verse 3: Ab-Soul] | |
| She ain’t single but she solo, you ain’t even know it | |
| Unsigned with sold out shows, and 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 know that | |
| See the life on my chest | |
| My head next to her breasts | |
| 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 | |
| I know real niggas that’s Crips | |
| I know real niggas that’s Bloods | |
| I know real niggas that’s thugging | |
| Like you ain’t know what’s up | |
| Got Codeine in my cup | |
| Got a couple cheques that need cashin’ | |
| And you can 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 flowing | |
| Sick of all that bullshit y’all been promoting, but… | |
| Soul! Carson in the motherfuckin’ house | |
| Del Amo, watch your motherfuckin’ 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 ‘em guessin’ | |
| Rock! I was off the scene | |
| Now a nigga back like a 4 1/2 | |
| Shootin’ 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 | |
| Alphabit boys, they’ll get ya ass | |
| IRS they was on a nigga | |
| Cashed them out, not I’m Scott 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 own hoes try to keep tabs on me | |
| Safe to say I’m the man now | |
| Punk-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 Kellogs | |
| 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 on, bleed ‘em | |
| [Outro: Future] | |
| I’m turned up every day, you don’t even know it | |
| Got your bitch 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 bitch that speak no English, she don’t even know it | |
| This a thousand dollar pair of shoes and you don’t even know it | |
| This a thousand dollar cup of lean and 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 niggas 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 nigga, you don’t even know it | |
| Got a million dollar crib nigga, you don’t even know it |
| Kendrick | |
| I fucked up the rap game, and you ain' t even know it | |
| I just fucked what' shername, and you ain' t even know it | |
| She got a tattoo and you ain' t even know it | |
| We ' bout to form a little group, and you ain' t even know 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 | |
| Even Tarzan can get swung on | |
| I never hung out with the loud mouth | |
| You' ve got a foul mouth, but 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, at peace | |
| I found myself without a condom | |
| You know everybody havin' 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 hoe hoppin' on me | |
| Stank pussy popping, warn me | |
| You fuckin' fool, don' t know about you | |
| But my dick need 17 years on it | |
| Anything after that is just a bonus | |
| And I' ve been in the lab with my opponents | |
| And since Sway done swang that list | |
| He got a flatscreen the next morning | |
| Tell ' em I need my credit when it' s due | |
| Tell ' em I need my lettue when it' s new | |
| Tell ' em I got a fetish for fine fabrics | |
| 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 recoupe | |
| Verse 2: Schoolboy | |
| Groovy nigga, that' s all day, Backwood hold three grams | |
| Got a sixshooter, that revolver spinning | |
| Shells stuck inside but won' t jam | |
| This hoodie here ' bout two stacks, hell yeah that bitch gon' go HAM | |
| Molly in her drink, but she asked me to, and oh yeah, I got this on cam' | |
| Gangster nigga, not trap beats bet I still sound like that new shit | |
| Originality in my blueprint, still Figg Side, figaro, pimp | |
| Her thick ass where my palm hit, pull my dick out, she gon' bomb it | |
| Swag surfing all through the world, slide through the sea on a comet | |
| OXY for these morons, that be that new shit I' m pushing | |
| Raise off of them pockets, bring more of them chloroforms | |
| These niggas ain' t poppin' tell them old niggas to move on | |
| Ah damn, I don said it yeah ah damn, they beheaded | |
| Verse 3: AbSoul | |
| She ain' t single but she solo, you ain' t even know it | |
| Unsigned with sold out shows, and 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 know that | |
| See the life on my chest | |
| My head next to her breasts | |
| 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 | |
| I know real niggas that' s Crips | |
| I know real niggas that' s Bloods | |
| I know real niggas that' s thugging | |
| Like you ain' t know what' s up | |
| Got Codeine in my cup | |
| Got a couple cheques that need cashin' | |
| And you can 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 flowing | |
| Sick of all that bullshit y' all been promoting, but | |
| Soul! Carson in the motherfuckin' house | |
| Del Amo, watch your motherfuckin' 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 | |
| Bitchass niggas steady PMSing | |
| I never show my hands, can' t know my plans | |
| Gotta keep ' em guessin' | |
| Rock! I was off the scene | |
| Now a nigga back like a 4 1 2 | |
| Shootin' 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 | |
| Alphabit boys, they' ll get ya ass | |
| IRS they was on a nigga | |
| Cashed them out, not I' m Scott 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 own hoes try to keep tabs on me | |
| Safe to say I' m the man now | |
| Punkass 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 Kellogs | |
| 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 on, bleed ' em | |
| Outro: Future | |
| I' m turned up every day, you don' t even know it | |
| Got your bitch 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 bitch that speak no English, she don' t even know it | |
| This a thousand dollar pair of shoes and you don' t even know it | |
| This a thousand dollar cup of lean and 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 niggas 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 nigga, you don' t even know it | |
| Got a million dollar crib nigga, you don' t even know it |
| Kendrick | |
| I fucked up the rap game, and you ain' t even know it | |
| I just fucked what' shername, and you ain' t even know it | |
| She got a tattoo and you ain' t even know it | |
| We ' bout to form a little group, and you ain' t even know 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 | |
| Even Tarzan can get swung on | |
| I never hung out with the loud mouth | |
| You' ve got a foul mouth, but 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, at peace | |
| I found myself without a condom | |
| You know everybody havin' 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 hoe hoppin' on me | |
| Stank pussy popping, warn me | |
| You fuckin' fool, don' t know about you | |
| But my dick need 17 years on it | |
| Anything after that is just a bonus | |
| And I' ve been in the lab with my opponents | |
| And since Sway done swang that list | |
| He got a flatscreen the next morning | |
| Tell ' em I need my credit when it' s due | |
| Tell ' em I need my lettue when it' s new | |
| Tell ' em I got a fetish for fine fabrics | |
| 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 recoupe | |
| Verse 2: Schoolboy | |
| Groovy nigga, that' s all day, Backwood hold three grams | |
| Got a sixshooter, that revolver spinning | |
| Shells stuck inside but won' t jam | |
| This hoodie here ' bout two stacks, hell yeah that bitch gon' go HAM | |
| Molly in her drink, but she asked me to, and oh yeah, I got this on cam' | |
| Gangster nigga, not trap beats bet I still sound like that new shit | |
| Originality in my blueprint, still Figg Side, figaro, pimp | |
| Her thick ass where my palm hit, pull my dick out, she gon' bomb it | |
| Swag surfing all through the world, slide through the sea on a comet | |
| OXY for these morons, that be that new shit I' m pushing | |
| Raise off of them pockets, bring more of them chloroforms | |
| These niggas ain' t poppin' tell them old niggas to move on | |
| Ah damn, I don said it yeah ah damn, they beheaded | |
| Verse 3: AbSoul | |
| She ain' t single but she solo, you ain' t even know it | |
| Unsigned with sold out shows, and 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 know that | |
| See the life on my chest | |
| My head next to her breasts | |
| 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 | |
| I know real niggas that' s Crips | |
| I know real niggas that' s Bloods | |
| I know real niggas that' s thugging | |
| Like you ain' t know what' s up | |
| Got Codeine in my cup | |
| Got a couple cheques that need cashin' | |
| And you can 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 flowing | |
| Sick of all that bullshit y' all been promoting, but | |
| Soul! Carson in the motherfuckin' house | |
| Del Amo, watch your motherfuckin' 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 | |
| Bitchass niggas steady PMSing | |
| I never show my hands, can' t know my plans | |
| Gotta keep ' em guessin' | |
| Rock! I was off the scene | |
| Now a nigga back like a 4 1 2 | |
| Shootin' 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 | |
| Alphabit boys, they' ll get ya ass | |
| IRS they was on a nigga | |
| Cashed them out, not I' m Scott 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 own hoes try to keep tabs on me | |
| Safe to say I' m the man now | |
| Punkass 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 Kellogs | |
| 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 on, bleed ' em | |
| Outro: Future | |
| I' m turned up every day, you don' t even know it | |
| Got your bitch 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 bitch that speak no English, she don' t even know it | |
| This a thousand dollar pair of shoes and you don' t even know it | |
| This a thousand dollar cup of lean and 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 niggas 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 nigga, you don' t even know it | |
| Got a million dollar crib nigga, you don' t even know it |
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