Artist: Black Hippy f/ Ab-Soul, Future, Jay Rock, Kendrick Lamar, ScHoolboy Q
Album:  U.O.E.N.O. (Remix) {S}
Song:   U.O.E.N.O. (Remix)
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

[Kendrick Lamar]
I fucked up the rap game and you ain't e'en know it 
I just fucked what's her name and you ain't e'en know it
She got a {*censor*} tattoo and you ain't e'en know it (real talk)
We about to form a little group and you ain't e'en 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 monogamous, 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 FLAT SCREEN 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 Whoo Kid get free, ain't shit comin' for free, I'm 'bout to rape you niggas 'til you recoup

[ScHoolboy Q]
Uh, yeah..
It's a groovy nigga, that's all day, Backwood hold, three grams (yeah)
Got a six-shooter, that revolver spinning, shell stuck inside, but won't jam (yeah)
This hoody here about two stacks, hell yeah that bitch could gon' go ham (yeah)
Molly in her drink, but she asked me to and oh yeah I got this on cam (uhh)
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 +Moron+s, that be that new shit I'm pushin'
Raise off of them pockets, uhh, bring more of them coffins
These niggas ain't poppin', uhh, tell them old niggas to move on
Aw damn I done said it, yeah, all them can beheaded

[Ab-Soul]
She ain't single but she solo, you ain't e'en know it (Soulo)
Unsigned with sold out shows, you ain't e'en know it (Soulo)
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 thuggin' 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
(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

[Jay Rock]
Respect, I get the utmost, I'm so dope I'm a walking kilo (kilo)
36 Os (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 them guessing
Rock, I was off the scene, now a nigga 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 shit for the bitches man; Alphabet boys, they'll get your ass
IRS, they was on a nigga, cashed them out, not I'm scot-free (WHOO)
Got my passport in my JanSport, now I'm overseas, uh
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 gold hoes try to keep tabs on me
Safe to say I'm the man now, fuck ass nigga just stand down
'Fore the shots go up and it's man down, hands down, still poppin'
No prescription, I'm flexin', 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 Kellogg's
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 gon' bleed 'em

[Future]
I'm turned up er'ry day, you don't e'en know it
Gotcha bitch with me right now, you don't e'en know it
We turn up in the club, you don't e'en know it
Got a hunnid bottles comin, you don't e'en know it, ey
We came up from nothin, you don't even know it
Drive a half a million dollar car, you don't e'en know it
This a thousand dollar pair of shoes, you don't e'en know it
Got a bitch that speak no English, she don't e'en know it

[Chorus/Outro: Future]
This a thousand dollar pair of shoes, you don't e'en know it
This a thousand dollar cup of lean, you don't e'en know it
This a half a million dollar car, you don't e'en know it
I came up from bottom, you don't e'en know it
My niggaz all ride with me, you don't e'en know it
Got killas with me right now, you don't e'en know it
This a million dollar watch nigga, you don't e'en know it
Got a million dollar crib nigga, you don't e'en know it