| Kill niggas dead, peel niggas heads
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| Kill or be killed, that’s what a real nigga said
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| I’ll spill your blood red, why you still in the bed
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| Cause I know you’re squealing trying to make a deal with the feds
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| I’m a east side nigga, a sea side nigga
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| City by the sea, what that beach like nigga
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| We creepin' in the dark while the street lights flicker
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| Who ever make it home is the one who squeeze pipes quicker
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| Rims on 300 C’s dubs on the chargers
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| Everybody trying to get their thug on the hardest
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| They don’t care if you rap get dumped on regardless
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| Why you think the cops find guns on us artists
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| Crooked is a psycho, creepin' through your momma’s house
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| Just to take a picture of her sleepin' with my llamas out
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| Just to show the people who I’m beefin' with what I’m about
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| Hood Politics Obama will knock the drama out
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| Livin' in the fast lane, bitches wanna slow me down
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| Say I’m in the streets too much, hate when my homies 'round
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| But they should love it cause my homies they gon' hold me down
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| Bros over hoes no meow is gonna show me how to live
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| She don’t know nothing about them killers in ya crib
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| Waitin' to split your wig, ya dig?
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| She’s the first one that’s talking to the pigs
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| Like, «Miss, calm down just tell us what he did»
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| She said I ran out in my boxers and my wife beater
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| Start letting off with a chrome .45 heater
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| Damn, yesterday I was thinking I might leave her
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| Now she rolling over on me like a light sleeper
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| Thank GOD! |
| I didn’t tell this bitch my real name
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| Told her I was a Junior, she thinks my name is Lil James
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| Now I got a few problems that I gotta fix
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| Talking to the C.O.B.s discussing Hood Politics
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| Yeah, I’m over at this bitch house, man
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| I’m fucking the shit out this bitch, I’m nuttin'
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| Nigga fall out and shit
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| I hear some nigga playin' some loud ass music
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| Look out the window, just to see who was making a disturbance and shit
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| And it’s this nigga who said he’s gon' get me it’s on, on sight
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| So I’m figuring I got this nigga, I got this .45 under the pillow
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| I’m finna run outside and give it to this nigga, right
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| I wasn’t even thinking, I was just like, yo, I ain’t gon' let him get me
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| So I just ran outside, boxers, wife beater and I start yacking at that nigga,
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| like
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| Bap, bap, bap nigga (Gun Shots)
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| Then niggas start peeling out, the bitch is freaking the fuck out
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| I mean I forgot the bitch was even in there, man at that point
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| Now I got a problem
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| Yeah, some niggas wear red, some niggas wear blue
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| Some niggas don’t bang but they kill ya too
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| Some hustle if you fuck them on a deal ya threw
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| We part of organized crime like Sicilians too
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| We charging rappers for protection just to stack some chips
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| So you can walk around icy and they won’t snatch your shit
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| If they do they getting killed man and that’s just it
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| Cause now you fucking with our money we take action quick
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| My little homies cut off half your dick
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| Them bastards sick, they’re psychopathic missing half they wits
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| They ride around driving matching whips
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| Heavy strap blowing G’s on hot jeans and active kicks
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| And they love Crooked I cause he crazy yo
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| Twin pistols in the Bentley while the AC blow
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| Block Obama in to change fuck the Ra-d-io
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| I know, some of you haters hate the way he flow
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| Cause they think every rappers formula should be intricate
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| It ain’t real hip hop if you spitting that simple shit
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| I don’t buy your bullshit, not even a little bit
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| Bootlegging your favorite rapper you’re just a hypocrite
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| File sharing without caring, you’re raping your man
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| Same lame creep backstage is shaking my hand
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| He don’t know about the hidden four fifth in my waist
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| You should tell me how you feel so I can spit in your face
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| Pistol whip a motherfucker Crooked I don’t mind
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| I make the front page of every website online
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| From the 5−6-2 to the 9−0-9
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| Keep a blamma on your waist I keep a nine on mine
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| Hood Politics
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| There’s industry politics too ya know what I mean?
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| They say it ain’t real hip hop if you a gangsta rapper
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| Cause you rapping about shit that go on in the hood
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| But how is it real hip hop, if you downloading your favorite rap artist for
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| free?
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| You ain’t supporting your real dude out there
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| That ain’t real hip hop either
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| Who’s to say what’s real nigga?
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| This shit is real, nigga
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| It’s C.O.B. |
| on mine
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| Crip or blood I die trying to unite these niggas, I don’t give a fuck
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| You better ask tiny C-style man
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| I pull up in the Denny’s
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| I’m ghost riding a bentley nigga
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| Yeah I jump out that motherfucker to this sniper shit right here nigga
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| Let that motherfucker just roll
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| Hood Politics! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hood Politics , by - Crooked I. Song from the album The Block Obama, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп