Hood Politics Lyrics - To Pimp A Butterfly - Kendrick Lamar

K-Dot, pick up the phone, nigga 

Every time I call, it's going to voicemail 

Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga 

No socks and skinny jeans and shit, ha 

Ha ha ha ha ha ha hahah 

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 the dead homies 

On the dead homies 

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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 

Fuck 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 benjamins go cuddle up 

Skip, hop, drip, drop, flip, flop with the white tube sock 

It goes "Sherm Sticks, burn this" 

Thats what the product smell 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 

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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 the dead homies 

On the dead homies 

Hopped out the caddy, just got my dick sucked 

The little homies called and 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' 

Niggas names on paper, you snitched all summer 

Streets don't fail me now, they tell me it's a new gang in town 

From Compton to Congress, set trippin' all around 

Ain't nothin' new, but a flu of new Demo-Crips and Re-Blood-licans 

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 

No condom, they fuck with you, Obama say, "What it do?" 

Obama say, "What it do?" 

Obama say, "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 the dead homies 

On the dead homies 

Everybody want to talk about who this and who that 

Who the realest and who wack, or 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 fucked up, put energy in wrong shit 

Hennessy and Crown Vic, my memory been gone since 

Don't ask me 'bout no camera blocking at award shows 

No, don't ask about my bitch, no, don't ask about my Vogues 

'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" 

I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo 

I remember you was conflicted 

Misusing your influence 

Sometimes I did the same 

Abusing my power full of resentment 

Resentment that turned into a deep depression 

Found myself screaming in a hotel room 

I didn't want to self-destruct 

The evils of Lucy was all around me 

So I went running for answers 

Until I came home 

But that didn't stop survivors guilt 

Going back and forth 

Trying to convince myself the stripes I earned 

Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was 

But while my loved ones was fighting 

A continuous war back in the city 

I was entering a new one