Kendrick Lamar - Hood Politics Lyrics
K dot, pick up the phone, every time I call it's going to voice mail. Don't tell me that got you on some weirdo rap shit. No socks and skinny jeans and shit. Call me on Shaniqua's phoneI been A-1 since day one you niggas boo booYour home boy, your block your from [?] boo booLil hoes you went to school with, boo booBaby mama and your new *****, boo booWe was in the hood, 14 with the deuce deuce14 years later going hard like we used too on a day at homiesOn a day at homiesI don't give a ***** bout' no politics in rap my niggaMy lil homie Stunna Deuce ain't never comin' back my niggaSo you better go hard every time you jump on wax my niggaWhat they talkin' bout, your shit is where its at my niggaCame in this game, you stuck your fangs in this gameYou wore no chain in this gameYour hood, your name in this gameNow you double up, time to bubble up the bread and huddle upStickin' to the scripts, now here if them benjamin's go cuddle upSkip, hop, trip, drop, flip, flop with the white tube sockIt goes [?]That's what the product smells like when the chemicals mix50 nigga salute, out the Compton zoo, with the extrasEl Cos, Monte Carlos, Road Kings and dressersRip Ridaz, P-Funkers, Mexicans that eff with meNobody can eff with me, tell y'all to eff with me[Hook]The little homies calledThey said, "The enemies done cliqued up"Oh yeah? Puto want to squabble with mi barrio?Oh, yeah? Tell 'em they can run it for the cardioOh, yeah? Everythin' is everythin', it's scandalousSlow motion for the ambulance, the project filled with camerasThe LAPD gamblin', scramblin', football numbers slanderin'Homie’s name on paper, you snitched all summerThe streets don’t fail me now, they want to put the game in townFrom Compton to Congress, it’s set trippin’ all aroundAin’t nothin' new but a flow of new DemoCrips and ReBloodlicansRed state versus a blue state, which one you governin’?They give us guns and drugs, call us thugsMake it they promise to ***** with youNobody can ***** with you, Obama said, "What it do?"Everybody want to talk about who this and who thatWho the realest and who wack, who white or who blackCritics want to mention that they miss when hip hop was rappin’Mother*****er if you did, then Killer Mike'd be platinumY’all priorities are *****ed up, put energy in wrong shitHennessy and Crown Vic, my memory been gone sinceDon't ask about no politician at award showsNo, don’t ask about my, hoes, no, don't ask about my foes'Less you askin' me about power, yeah, I got a lot of itI'm the only nigga next to Snoop that can push the buttonHad the Coast on standby"K. Dot, what up? I heard they opened up Pandora's box"I box ‘em all in, by a landslideNah homie we too sensitive, it spill out to the streetsI make the call and get the coast involved then history repeatsBut [?] while sitting down with JayHe said it's funny how one verse could ***** up the game
