Jay Rock, Kendrick Lamar, Emjae - U Already Know lyrics
Kendrick Lamarс [Duckworth] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Jay Rock, Kendrick Lamar, Emjae - U Already Know lyrics]
I'll admit in the beginning I didn't
Give a fuck about you you came and you went
Thought I could choose living without you
But now I'm feelin' sick cause
Your ass ain't around you cheatin' on me
(bitch) , with every motherfucker in town
I tried to play it like it's cool
But I feel the repercussion
On top of that your ass is
Rollin' round with my cousin
I think I passed the breaking point
Cause I done copped a pound
I hear you streaking through nigga's pockets
I'm layin' 'em down
(Gimme that) And I ain't stoppin' 'till
You trapped in the safe
Now my base ain't safe so
We could skip three states
Switch place after the break
More moves to make
Cause I'm in love with this
Trap ass bitch called Kate
This money gon keep me from looking funny
And bummy, let her run me cause she bout it
Monday through Sunday we don't
Play no games here you know how we get down
You know all the hoes love me
Money makes the world go round
So I'ma kick in the door
With the Mac 10, or the lone 44
Screaming give me the dough back nigga
Please, don't ask no questions
This a robbery nigga you already know
Yo pockets kinda thin
Shawty wanna go out on a date
Shit I got no chips to spend
But I said it's OK
Cause momma was drivin' the Benz
Her Jimmy Choos had me convinced
I said she was pretty
She love a nigga compliments
I had the thing with me, she didn't know
By the end of the day
She be breakin' off them arguments
I said fuck the ass and titties
I want the jewels and Benjies
I swear a nigga pockets was empty, starving
I whispered to myself
A nigga bout to come up
She like "Oh I beg your pardon" oh nothing
I was thinking bout your valet parking
Excuse me, now give me the I know they
I don't wife usually
But today I'll be your man
So we went to the restaurant, I said OK
I think about the getaway shit, over lunch
Like what type of jewels I want, everything
I ain't goin' back to the block
'till her body is clean
Snatch it off her cuticles
Takin' off the pinky ring
I know this shit good but it bad as it seems
So hate conversation, little does she know
That nigga like you and
Me was patiently waiting, give it up
I wanted heartbeat
Now thanks for the business
Go home, oh yeah please call me
So I'ma kick in the door
With the Mac 10, or the lone 44
Screaming give me the dough back nigga
Please, don't ask no questions
This a robbery nigga you already know
Yeah, a nigga starving out
Front of your place
Put the beam to your face
I don't really want the safe
I want everything in your house
From your TVs
Couches your dog and your spouse
Everything is valuable, so is you
Cooperate so a nigga won't have to blast you
We all know what this Mac could do
At point blank range
It's a closed casket fool
I'm the Watts bandit, yeah I came up
Put all these goods in a pick-up truck
Rollin' down Central, I spotted me a target
This nigga, he was doin too much flossin'
Yea the truck I parked it
Hop out cock back the heater
Run up in his ass in his beemer
I'm yellin' out, "hand it over
'fore it's all over"
Put a shell through you and
Your mother fucking chauffer
He was looking choked up
So he start sweating'
Looking down the barrel of my Wesson
Yeah he's getting robbed
He know he can't stop it
He gave me the keys
And every fucking thing up in his pockets
Started up the Beemer
Parked it where my truck was
Young niggas like "what up blood"
I'm like what up blood
This nigga came behind me
Said "hand is over nigga
Or that your ass is mine"
Give a fuck about you you came and you went
Thought I could choose living without you
But now I'm feelin' sick cause
Your ass ain't around you cheatin' on me
(bitch) , with every motherfucker in town
I tried to play it like it's cool
But I feel the repercussion
On top of that your ass is
Rollin' round with my cousin
I think I passed the breaking point
Cause I done copped a pound
I hear you streaking through nigga's pockets
I'm layin' 'em down
(Gimme that) And I ain't stoppin' 'till
You trapped in the safe
Now my base ain't safe so
We could skip three states
Switch place after the break
More moves to make
Cause I'm in love with this
Trap ass bitch called Kate
This money gon keep me from looking funny
And bummy, let her run me cause she bout it
Monday through Sunday we don't
Play no games here you know how we get down
You know all the hoes love me
Money makes the world go round
So I'ma kick in the door
With the Mac 10, or the lone 44
Screaming give me the dough back nigga
Please, don't ask no questions
This a robbery nigga you already know
Yo pockets kinda thin
Shawty wanna go out on a date
Shit I got no chips to spend
But I said it's OK
Cause momma was drivin' the Benz
Her Jimmy Choos had me convinced
I said she was pretty
She love a nigga compliments
I had the thing with me, she didn't know
By the end of the day
She be breakin' off them arguments
I said fuck the ass and titties
I want the jewels and Benjies
I swear a nigga pockets was empty, starving
I whispered to myself
A nigga bout to come up
She like "Oh I beg your pardon" oh nothing
I was thinking bout your valet parking
Excuse me, now give me the I know they
I don't wife usually
But today I'll be your man
So we went to the restaurant, I said OK
I think about the getaway shit, over lunch
Like what type of jewels I want, everything
I ain't goin' back to the block
'till her body is clean
Snatch it off her cuticles
Takin' off the pinky ring
I know this shit good but it bad as it seems
So hate conversation, little does she know
That nigga like you and
Me was patiently waiting, give it up
I wanted heartbeat
Now thanks for the business
Go home, oh yeah please call me
So I'ma kick in the door
With the Mac 10, or the lone 44
Screaming give me the dough back nigga
Please, don't ask no questions
This a robbery nigga you already know
Yeah, a nigga starving out
Front of your place
Put the beam to your face
I don't really want the safe
I want everything in your house
From your TVs
Couches your dog and your spouse
Everything is valuable, so is you
Cooperate so a nigga won't have to blast you
We all know what this Mac could do
At point blank range
It's a closed casket fool
I'm the Watts bandit, yeah I came up
Put all these goods in a pick-up truck
Rollin' down Central, I spotted me a target
This nigga, he was doin too much flossin'
Yea the truck I parked it
Hop out cock back the heater
Run up in his ass in his beemer
I'm yellin' out, "hand it over
'fore it's all over"
Put a shell through you and
Your mother fucking chauffer
He was looking choked up
So he start sweating'
Looking down the barrel of my Wesson
Yeah he's getting robbed
He know he can't stop it
He gave me the keys
And every fucking thing up in his pockets
Started up the Beemer
Parked it where my truck was
Young niggas like "what up blood"
I'm like what up blood
This nigga came behind me
Said "hand is over nigga
Or that your ass is mine"