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Hood Politics

๐Ÿ‘ค KXNG Crooked โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ The Block Obama: A Mixtape for the Streets โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 4:43
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Oww, yeah
This for my hood niggas, man
Strictly for my hood niggas, they gon' feel me on this
Hood politics, baby
The Block Obama, you know I mean
Yeah, it's time for a change, nigga
Yeah, that's what we preaching right now
Long Beach, stand up
West Coast, where you at?

Yeah, kill niggas dead, peel niggas heads
Kill or be killed, that's what a real nigga said
I'll spill your blood red while you still in the bed
'Cause I know you squealing tryna make a deal with the feds
I'm an Eastside nigga, a seaside nigga
City by the sea, what that beach like, nigga?
We creeping in the dark while the streetlights flicker
Whoever make it home is the one who squeeze pipes quicker
Rims on 300C's, dubs on the chargers
Everybody tryna get their thug on the hardest
They don't care if you rap, get dumped on regardless
Why you think the cops find guns on us artists?
Crooked is a psycho, creeping through your mama's house
Just to take a picture of her sleeping with my llamas out
Just to show the people who I'm beefing with what I'm about
Hood politics, Obama'll knock the drama out
Living in the fast lane, bitches wanna slow me down
Say I'm in the streets too much, hate when my homies 'round
But they should love it 'cause my homies, they gon' hold me down
Bros over hoes, know me, Al's gonna show me how to live
She don't know nathan about them killers in your crib
Waiting to split your wig, ya dig?
She the first one that's gon' be talking to the pigs
Like, "Miss, calm down, just tell us what he did"
She said I ran out in my boxers and my wife beater
Start letting off with a chrome.45 heater
Damn, yesterday I was thinking I might leave her
Now she rolling over on me like a light sleeper
Thank God I didn't tell this bitch my real name
Told her I was a junior, she think my name is Lil James
Now I got a few problems that I gotta fix
Talking to the COB's, discussing hood politics

Yeah, man, I'm over this bitch house, man
I'm fucking the shit out this bitch, man
I nut, nigga fall out and shit
I hear some nigga playing some loud ass music
Look out the window just to see who
Was making that disturbance and shit
And it's this nigga who said he gon' get me, it's on, on sight
So I'm figuring I got this nigga
I got this motherfucking.45 under the pillow
I'm finna run outside and give it to this nigga, right?
So I wasn't even thinking, I was just
Like, yo, I ain't gon' let him get me
So I just ran outside, boxers, wife beater
I start yacking at this nigga like, bap, bap, bap, nigga
That nigga start peeling out
The bitch is freaking the fuck out, man
I mean, I forgot the bitch was even in there, man, at that point
Now I got a problem

Yeah, some niggas wear red, some niggas wear blue
Some niggas don't bang, but they kill you too
Some hustle if you fuck 'em on a deal, you're through
We part of organized crime like Sicilians too
We charging rappers for protection just to stack some chips
So you can walk around icy, they won't snatch your shit
If they do, they getting killed, man, and that's just it
'Cause now you fucking with our money, we take action quick
My little homies cut off half your dick
Them little bastards sick, they psychopathic, missing half their wits
They ride around driving matching whips
Heavy strapped, blowing G's on hot jeans and active kicks
And they love Crooked I 'cause he crazy, yo
Twin pistols in the Bentley while the AC blow
Block Obama in the changer, fuck the radio
I know some of you haters hate the way he flow
'Cause they think every rap I formulate should be intricate
It ain't real hip-hop if you spitting that simple shit
I don't buy your bullshit, not even a little bit
Bootlegging your favorite rapper, you just a hypocrite
File sharing without caring, you're raping your man
Same lame creep backstage and shaking my hand
He don't know about the hidden.45th in my waist
You should tell me how you feel so I can spit in your face
Pistol whip a motherfucker, Crooked I don't mind
I make the front page of every website online
From the 562 to the 909
Keep a blammer on your waist, I keep a.9 on mine
Hood politics

It's industry politics too, man
You know I mean?
They say it ain't real hip-hop if you a gangster rapper
'Cause you rapping about shit that go on in the hood
But how is it real hip-hop if you motherfucking
Downloading your favorite rap artist for free?
You ain't supporting your real dude out there
You know I mean? That ain't real hip-hop either
I mean, who's to say what's real, nigga?
This shit is real, nigga
You know I mean?
It's COB on mine, Crip or Blood, I'll die trying to unite these niggas
I don't give a fuck
You better ask Tiny C-Style, man
I pull up in the Bentley's
I'm ghost riding the Bentley, nigga
Yeah, I jump out that motherfucker right
To this type of shit right here, nigga
Let that motherfucker just roll
Hood politics

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:01.16] Oww, yeah
[00:02.90] This for my hood niggas, man
[00:05.01] Strictly for my hood niggas, they gon' feel me on this
[00:07.54] Hood politics, baby
[00:09.00] The Block Obama, you know I mean
[00:10.94] Yeah, it's time for a change, nigga
[00:14.42] Yeah, that's what we preaching right now
[00:18.57] Long Beach, stand up
[00:20.81] West Coast, where you at?
[00:22.13] Yeah, kill niggas dead, peel niggas heads
[00:25.22] Kill or be killed, that's what a real nigga said
[00:27.73] I'll spill your blood red while you still in the bed
[00:30.41] 'Cause I know you squealing tryna make a deal with the feds
[00:33.34] I'm an Eastside nigga, a seaside nigga
[00:36.38] City by the sea, what that beach like, nigga?
[00:39.00] We creeping in the dark while the streetlights flicker
[00:41.88] Whoever make it home is the one who squeeze pipes quicker
[00:44.78] Rims on 300C's, dubs on the chargers
[00:47.65] Everybody tryna get their thug on the hardest
[00:50.44] They don't care if you rap, get dumped on regardless
[00:53.29] Why you think the cops find guns on us artists?
[00:55.94] Crooked is a psycho, creeping through your mama's house
[00:58.71] Just to take a picture of her sleeping with my llamas out
[01:01.69] Just to show the people who I'm beefing with what I'm about
[01:04.35] Hood politics, Obama'll knock the drama out
[01:07.12] Living in the fast lane, bitches wanna slow me down
[01:09.92] Say I'm in the streets too much, hate when my homies 'round
[01:12.85] But they should love it 'cause my homies, they gon' hold me down
[01:15.58] Bros over hoes, know me, Al's gonna show me how to live
[01:18.84] She don't know nathan about them killers in your crib
[01:21.58] Waiting to split your wig, ya dig?
[01:23.84] She the first one that's gon' be talking to the pigs
[01:26.34] Like, "Miss, calm down, just tell us what he did"
[01:29.29] She said I ran out in my boxers and my wife beater
[01:32.39] Start letting off with a chrome.45 heater
[01:35.45] Damn, yesterday I was thinking I might leave her
[01:38.14] Now she rolling over on me like a light sleeper
[01:40.91] Thank God I didn't tell this bitch my real name
[01:43.43] Told her I was a junior, she think my name is Lil James
[01:46.56] Now I got a few problems that I gotta fix
[01:48.95] Talking to the COB's, discussing hood politics
[01:51.75] Yeah, man, I'm over this bitch house, man
[01:54.10] I'm fucking the shit out this bitch, man
[01:55.66] I nut, nigga fall out and shit
[01:58.60] I hear some nigga playing some loud ass music
[02:00.69] Look out the window just to see who
[02:02.76] Was making that disturbance and shit
[02:05.18] And it's this nigga who said he gon' get me, it's on, on sight
[02:08.77] So I'm figuring I got this nigga
[02:10.13] I got this motherfucking.45 under the pillow
[02:12.93] I'm finna run outside and give it to this nigga, right?
[02:14.98] So I wasn't even thinking, I was just
[02:17.86] Like, yo, I ain't gon' let him get me
[02:20.45] So I just ran outside, boxers, wife beater
[02:22.96] I start yacking at this nigga like, bap, bap, bap, nigga
[02:27.11] That nigga start peeling out
[02:28.76] The bitch is freaking the fuck out, man
[02:31.08] I mean, I forgot the bitch was even in there, man, at that point
[02:35.16] Now I got a problem
[02:35.96] Yeah, some niggas wear red, some niggas wear blue
[02:38.94] Some niggas don't bang, but they kill you too
[02:41.64] Some hustle if you fuck 'em on a deal, you're through
[02:44.20] We part of organized crime like Sicilians too
[02:47.18] We charging rappers for protection just to stack some chips
[02:49.94] So you can walk around icy, they won't snatch your shit
[02:52.89] If they do, they getting killed, man, and that's just it
[02:55.33] 'Cause now you fucking with our money, we take action quick
[02:58.28] My little homies cut off half your dick
[03:00.31] Them little bastards sick, they psychopathic, missing half their wits
[03:03.96] They ride around driving matching whips
[03:06.05] Heavy strapped, blowing G's on hot jeans and active kicks
[03:09.66] And they love Crooked I 'cause he crazy, yo
[03:12.42] Twin pistols in the Bentley while the AC blow
[03:15.15] Block Obama in the changer, fuck the radio
[03:17.93] I know some of you haters hate the way he flow
[03:20.52] 'Cause they think every rap I formulate should be intricate
[03:23.54] It ain't real hip-hop if you spitting that simple shit
[03:26.30] I don't buy your bullshit, not even a little bit
[03:29.10] Bootlegging your favorite rapper, you just a hypocrite
[03:31.91] File sharing without caring, you're raping your man
[03:34.72] Same lame creep backstage and shaking my hand
[03:37.53] He don't know about the hidden.45th in my waist
[03:40.39] You should tell me how you feel so I can spit in your face
[03:43.08] Pistol whip a motherfucker, Crooked I don't mind
[03:45.77] I make the front page of every website online
[03:48.65] From the 562 to the 909
[03:51.40] Keep a blammer on your waist, I keep a.9 on mine
[03:54.13] Hood politics
[03:55.44] It's industry politics too, man
[03:58.16] You know I mean?
[03:59.29] They say it ain't real hip-hop if you a gangster rapper
[04:01.88] 'Cause you rapping about shit that go on in the hood
[04:04.60] But how is it real hip-hop if you motherfucking
[04:08.29] Downloading your favorite rap artist for free?
[04:10.56] You ain't supporting your real dude out there
[04:12.74] You know I mean? That ain't real hip-hop either
[04:14.29] I mean, who's to say what's real, nigga?
[04:18.09] This shit is real, nigga
[04:19.93] You know I mean?
[04:20.90] It's COB on mine, Crip or Blood, I'll die trying to unite these niggas
[04:25.36] I don't give a fuck
[04:26.69] You better ask Tiny C-Style, man
[04:29.17] I pull up in the Bentley's
[04:30.90] I'm ghost riding the Bentley, nigga
[04:33.14] Yeah, I jump out that motherfucker right
[04:34.60] To this type of shit right here, nigga
[04:36.21] Let that motherfucker just roll
[04:37.80] Hood politics
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