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 phone

I been A-1 since day one you niggas boo boo
Your home boy, your block your 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 too on a day at homies
On a day at homies

I don't give a fuck bout' 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 [?]
That's 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 that eff with me
Nobody can eff with me, tell y'all to eff with me

[Hook]

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 want to put the game 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?"

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 politician at award shows
No, 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 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 [?] while sitting down with Jay
He said it's funny how one verse could fuck up the game
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsty.com/kendrick-lamar-hood-politics-lyrics.html ]

Songwriters: MARK ANTHONY SPEARS, STEPHEN BRUNER, KENDRICK LAMAR, SUFJAN STEVENS, DONTE PERKINS
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