Hood Politics - Crooked I

Kill niggas dead, peel niggas heads

Kill or be killed, that’s what a real nigga said

I’ll spill your blood red, why you still in the bed

Cause I know you’re squealing trying to make a deal with the feds

I’m a east side nigga, a sea side nigga

City by the sea, what that beach like nigga

We creepin' in the dark while the street lights flicker

Who ever make it home is the one who squeeze pipes quicker

Rims on 300 C’s dubs on the chargers

Everybody trying to 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, creepin' through your momma’s house

Just to take a picture of her sleepin' with my llamas out

Just to show the people who I’m beefin' with what I’m about

Hood Politics Obama will knock the drama out

Livin' 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 no meow is gonna show me how to live

She don’t know nothing about them killers in ya crib

Waitin' to split your wig, ya dig?

She’s the first one that’s 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 thinks my name is Lil James

Now I got a few problems that I gotta fix

Talking to the C.O.B.s discussing Hood Politics

Yeah, I’m over at this bitch house, man

I’m fucking the shit out this bitch, I’m nuttin'

Nigga fall out and shit

I hear some nigga playin' some loud ass music

Look out the window, just to see who was making a disturbance and shit

And it’s this nigga who said he’s gon' get me it’s on, on sight

So I’m figuring I got this nigga, I got this .45 under the pillow

I’m finna run outside and give it to this nigga, right

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 and I start yacking at that nigga,

like

Bap, bap, bap nigga (Gun Shots)

Then niggas start peeling out, the bitch is freaking the fuck out

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 ya too

Some hustle if you fuck them on a deal ya threw

We part of organized crime like Sicilians too

We charging rappers for protection just to stack some chips

So you can walk around icy and 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 bastards sick, they’re psychopathic missing half they wits

They ride around driving matching whips

Heavy strap 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 to change fuck the Ra-d-io

I know, some of you haters hate the way he flow

Cause they think every rappers formula 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’re just a hypocrite

File sharing without caring, you’re raping your man

Same lame creep backstage is shaking my hand

He don’t know about the hidden four fifth 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 5−6-2 to the 9−0-9

Keep a blamma on your waist I keep a nine on mine

Hood Politics

There’s industry politics too ya know what I mean?

They say it ain’t real hip hop if you a gangsta rapper

Cause you rapping about shit that go on in the hood

But how is it real hip hop, if you downloading your favorite rap artist for

free?

You ain’t supporting your real dude out there

That ain’t real hip hop either

Who’s to say what’s real nigga?

This shit is real, nigga

It’s C.O.B.

on mine

Crip or blood I die trying to unite these niggas, I don’t give a fuck

You better ask tiny C-style man

I pull up in the Denny’s

I’m ghost riding a bentley nigga

Yeah I jump out that motherfucker to this sniper shit right here nigga

Let that motherfucker just roll

Hood Politics!