Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hood Politics, artist - Kendrick Lamar.
Date of issue: 22.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hood Politics |
K dot, pick up the phone, every time I call its 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 phone |
I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo |
Your home boy, your block that you’re from, boo boo |
Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo |
Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo |
We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce deuce |
14 years later going hard, like we used to on a day at homies |
On a day at homies |
I don’t give a fuck about no politics in rap, my nigga |
My lil homie Stunna Deuce ain’t never comin' back, my nigga |
So you better go hard every time you jump on wax, my nigga |
What they talkin' bout, your shit is where its at, my nigga |
Came in this game, you stuck your fangs in this game |
You wore no chain in this game |
Your hood, your name in this game |
Now you double up, time to bubble up the bread and huddle up |
Stickin' to the scripts, now here if them benjamin’s go cuddle up |
Skip, hop, trip, drop, flip, flop with the white tube sock |
It goes «Sherm Sticks, burn this» |
Thats what the product smells like when the chemicals mix |
50 nigga salute, out the Compton zoo, with the extras |
El Cos, Monte Carlos, Road Kings and dressers |
Rip Ridaz, P-Funkers, Mexicans, they fuck with you |
Asians, they fuck with you. |
Nobody can fuck with you |
I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo |
Your home boy, your block that you’re from, boo boo |
Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo |
Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo |
We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce deuce |
14 years later going hard, like we used to on a day at homies |
On a day at homies |
Hopped out the caddy |
Just got my dick sucked |
The little homies called |
They 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 cardio |
Oh, yeah? |
Everythin' is everythin', it’s scandalous |
Slow motion for the ambulance, the project filled with cameras |
The LAPD gamblin', scramblin', football numbers slanderin' |
Homie’s name on paper, you snitched all summer |
The streets don’t fail me now, they tell me it’s a new gang in town |
From Compton to Congress, it’s set trippin' all around |
Ain’t nothin' new but a flow of new DemoCrips and ReBloodlicans |
Red state versus a blue state, which one you governin'? |
They give us guns and drugs, call us thugs |
Make it they promise to fuck with you |
Nobody can fuck with you, Obama said, «What it do?» |
I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo |
Your home boy, your block that you’re from, boo boo |
Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo |
Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo |
We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce deuce |
14 years later going hard, like we used to on a day at homies |
On a day at homies |
Everybody want to talk about who this and who that |
Who the realest and who wack, who white or who black |
Critics want to mention that they miss when hip hop was rappin' |
Motherfucker if you did, then Killer Mike’d be platinum |
Y’all priorities are fucked up, put energy in wrong shit |
Hennessy and Crown Vic, my memory been gone since |
Don’t ask about no camera back at award shows |
No, don’t ask about my bitch, no, don’t ask about my foes |
'Less you askin' me about power, yeah, I got a lot of it |
I’m the only nigga next to Snoop that can push the button |
Had the Coast on standby |
«K. |
Dot, what up? |
I heard they opened up Pandora’s box» |
I box 'em all in, by a landslide |
Nah homie we too sensitive, it spill out to the streets |
I make the call and get the coast involved then history repeats |
But I resolved inside that private hall while sitting down with Jay |
He said «it's funny how one verse could fuck up the game» |