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To Pimp A Butterfly

Hood Politics

Kendrick Lamar Hood Politics - To Pimp A Butterfly
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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

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

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 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

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'
Niggas 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
No condom they fuck with you,
Obama say, "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 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"

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 my self
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