Kendrick Lamar - Crooked Kids United Cku Lyrics

(Refrain: Kendrick Lamar & ScHoolboy Q)
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in the street, I hear—
Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!

(Chorus)
Caught a bod', get my jacket, Brodie
Manhood down, where you at, Lil' Brodie?
Call my phone up, let's hang out, Lil' Brodie
I'm gonna go to the other side, Brodie (Yuh, Yuh)

(Verse #1)
Bullet-holes ain't bulletproof, you gotta understand
Homie died, that's cultural, it put me in a trance
Fuck a old bitch, and find out that I got an STD
Suck a foam dick, and find out that my pinkie-finger bleeds
How the fuck you wanna talk, when I got the G
I'm riding on the horse
Down the countryside
Listen up, i'm finna tell you a story
Going to the school-side, i'mma meet Cory
Cory, you stupid, you finna get beat up
Got brass knuckles in the car, but it's made of wood
Wood hurts more than Brass, you should know that
I might go get a fuckin' ballsack
Why you suck ballsacks?
Suckin' Grandma's ballsacks, suckin' Grandpa's ballsacks
Suckin' Mama' bod'-, Mm
You suck your mother breast milk, you should be ashamed of yourself
Why you trying to talk on me
But, you was suckin' breast milk, you was suckin' titty milk
You was suckin' dick on the street, before you became a "gangster"
I don't get why you in my country, or in my hood
I'm just trying to provide for my family, and provide for my wife, and feed all my kids
You don't understand the pain that i've been goin' through
Now, listen
I'm gonna go to the freakin' crew, call my crew
They gon' beat your fuckin' ass, Tell this n*gga Trick
Why this n*gga tripped, don't run, don't-
Listen up, Mm
Listen again, i'm finna go again
I'm finna go get the fuckin' ten, fuck a strap
Fuck a AK-47, i'm gonna grab an AK-48, aim it at your face
Fuck a bitch, and I'm fuckin' on the kid
Suck a dick, and now, you suckin' on your grandma dick
Auntie dick, suck my dick, tell this n*gga chuck a big
Okay, Do what? Better the bigger, the bigger the bitch
Where's the bacon? and this is the Rick, I give your bitch that dick
I can't believe I've been some of the bruises that broken Lovin'
But, it's that bigger the bullets, a bitch
I believe that thing ain't a flickin' a beam
(Refrain: Kendrick Lamar & ScHoolboy Q)
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in the street, I hear—
Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!

(Verse #2)
Crooked kids united, this shit got me so excited
Apparently, you didn't see your homie get indicted, well that's sad
Stable back in shape, your horses never stable
Oh, I don't read the Bible, huh? Cane versus Abel
Connect your social life to mine, when have you adapt' to crime?
Yeah, i'm singing country rhymes
But, I am not wasting time
That Lil' bitch got STD's all around her sinuses
Tuck your fuckin' gun, this is all around a science bin
Tell that n*gga get back, I don't care what they do
I'mma get some money, move my family out the hood
I don't care what them n*ggas think anymore
Cause, I'm trying to go get the fuckin' score up
All my homies, get they gun
Spin through the-, Mm
Spin through the block, ride your horses
Get your fuckin' guns
Get your fuckin' animals, have em' run up on them
I don't know what they do, but they know what all my homies do
They know what we doin' on the block
Trappin', Crackin', Lackin'
I don't know-, look
We ain't never lackin', tell this-, get back!
That bitch always on my dick, why she always suckin' dick?
She need a fucking doctor, she need some help
She needs some-, she needs some medical attention, right now
She is always suckin' dick, suckin' dick like, seven days a week
Every single week, see her on the fuckin' block, suckin' dick
Like, n*ggas she don't even know
I'm gonna go see if the commode explodes
Don't even try to freakin' come to my side, or come to my hood, exposing all my n*ggas blocks
Try to freak, and do this shit, I don't care if y'all know what I do
So, i'm gonna spin through the block, now, i'm going to up
Steady trippin', I'm gonna go
Why all them n*ggas set trippin' like they don't claim the bloods?
Yeah, I claim the westside horses
You don't know what I'm doing here, all my horses stable
Cory, your horses is never stable
I don't like-, Mm
I don't like your mental state, you gotta get that shit checked out
Most of these new bitches always on the block, they come around
[Refrain: Kendrick Lamar & ScHoolboy Q]
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in the street, I hear—
Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!—