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Kendrick Lamar - Hood Politics Intro Instrumental
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
Vocals
Anna Wise
Anna Wise
Background Vocals
Bilal
Bilal
Background Vocals
Dion Friley
Dion Friley
Background Vocals
Preston Harris
Preston Harris
Background Vocals
Robert (Sput) Searight
Robert (Sput) Searight
Keyboards
Sufjan Stevens
Sufjan Stevens
Sampled Artist
Terrace Martin
Terrace Martin
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Spears
Mark Spears
Songwriter
Stephen Bruner
Stephen Bruner
Songwriter
Donte Perkins
Donte Perkins
Songwriter
Kendrick Lamar Duckworth
Kendrick Lamar Duckworth
Songwriter
Sufjan Stevens
Sufjan Stevens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tae Beast
Tae Beast
Producer
Thundercat
Thundercat
Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
James Hunt
James Hunt
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Matt Schaeffer
Matt Schaeffer
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Sounwave
Sounwave
Producer

Lyrics

K-Dot, pick up the phone Every time I call it's goin' to voicemail Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap s— No socks and skinny jeans and s— Hahahahaha Call me on Shaniqua's phone I've been A-1 since day one, you n— boo-boo Your homeboy, your block that you from, boo-boo Lil' h— you went to school with, boo-boo Baby mama and your new b—, boo-boo We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce-deuce 14 years later, goin' hard like we used to On the dead homies On the dead homies I don't give a f— 'bout no politics in rap my n— Our lil homie Stunna Deuce ain't never coming back my n— So you better go hard every time you jump on wax my n— F— what they talkin' 'bout yo s— is where it's at my n— 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 them Benjamins go cuddle up Skip, Hop Drip, Drop Flip, flop, with the white tube sock It go "Sherm sticks, burn this" That's what the product smell like when the chemicals mix 50-N— salute, out the Compton Zoo, with the extras El Co's, Monte Carlos, Road Kings, and dressers Rip Ridaz, P-Funkers, Mexicans, they f— with you Asians, they f— with you Nobody can f— with you I've been A-1 since day one, you n— boo-boo Your homeboy, your block that you from, boo-boo Lil' h— you went to school with, boo-boo Baby mama and your new b—, boo-boo We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce-deuce 14 years later, goin' hard like we used to On the dead homies On the dead homies Hopped out the caddy, just got my d— s— The lil homies called and said "The enemies done cliqued up" Oh yeah? P— want to squabble with mi barrio? Oh yeah? Tell 'em they can run it for the cardio Oh yeah? Everything is everything, it's scandalous Slow motion for the ambulance, the project filled with cameras The LAPD gamblin', scramblin', football numbers slanderin' N— 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-icans Red state versus a blue state–which one you governing? They give us guns and drugs, call us thugs Make it they promise to f— with you No condom, they f— with you Obama say, "what it do?" Obama say, "what it do?" Obama say, "what it do?" I've been A-1 since day one, you n— boo-boo Your homeboy, your block that you from, boo-boo Lil' h— you went to school with, boo-boo Baby mama and your new b—, boo-boo We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce-deuce 14 years later, goin' hard like we used to On the dead homies On the dead homies Everybody wanna talk about who dis and who dat Who da realest and who wack, or who white and who black Critics wanna mention that they miss when hip-hop was rappin' Motherf— if you did, then Killer Mike would be platinum Y'all priorities f— up, put energy in wrong s— Hennessy and Crown Vic, my memory been gone since Don't ask about no camera blocking at award shows No, don't ask about my b—, no, don't ask about my Vogues 'less you askin' me 'bout power, yeah I got a lot of it I'm the only n— 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 and history repeat But I resolved inside that private hall while sitting down with Jay He said, "It's funny how one verse can f— up the game" I've been A-1 since day one, you n— 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
Writer(s): Kendrick Lamar, Mark Spears, Stephen Lee Bruner, Donte Perkins, Sufjan Stevens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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