Hood Politics
[Intro]K dot, pick up the phone, nigga. Every time I call, it's going to voice mail. Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga. No socks and skinny jeans and shit. Call me on Shaniqua's phone
[Hook]I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo booYour home boy, your block that you're from, boo booLil hoes you went to school with, boo booBaby mama and your new bitch, boo booWe was in the hood, 14 with the deuce deuce14 years later going hard, like we used to on the dead homiesOn the dead homies
[Verse 1]I don't give a fuck about 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 niggaFuck what 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 game your 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 "Sherm Sticks, burn this"Thats 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, they fuck with youAsians, they fuck with you, nobody can fuck with you
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[Verse 2]Hopped out the caddy, just got my dick suckedThe 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 cardioOh, yeah? Everythin' is everythin', it's scandalousSlow motion for the ambulance, the project filled with camerasThe LAPD gamblin', scramblin', football numbers slanderin'Niggas name on paper, you snitched all summerThe streets don’t fail me now, they tell me it's a new gang 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 fuck with youNo condom they fuck with you, Obama say, "What it do?"
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[Verse 3]Everybody want to talk about who this and who thatWho the realest and who wack, or who white or who blackCritics want to mention that they miss when hip hop was rappin’Motherfucker if you did, then Killer Mike'd be platinumY’all priorities are fucked up, put energy in wrong shitHennessy and Crown Vic, my memory been gone sinceDon’t ask about no camera back at award showsNo, 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 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 I resolved inside that private hall while sitting down with JayHe said "it's funny how one verse could fuck up the game"
[Outro]I remember you was conflictedMisusing your influenceSometimes I did the sameAbusing my power full of resentmentResentment that turned into a deep depressionFound myself screaming in a hotel roomI didn't want to self-destructThe evils of Lucy was all around meSo I went running for answersUntil I came homeBut that didn't stop survivors guiltGoing back and forthTrying to convince my self the stripes I earnedOr maybe how A-1 my foundation wasBut while my loved ones was fightingA continuous war back in the cityI was entering a new one