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buddha monk - raise your hands lyrics

[chorus: politic]
i’m raise my hand for the people to see
i’m a always love the hood, cause the hood loves me
block to block, building to building, city to street
i’m a always love the hood, cause the hood loves me
i, raise my hand for the people to see
i’m a always love the hood, cause the hood loves me
i, take it to trial, let ’em set you free
under oath, i pledge my allegiance to the street

[politic:]
i power, follow the rules and laws of the block
and never talk to the cops, even avoiding the box
and i vow, to hold the spot down, even through long trials
i skip the green mile, wearing a smile
and i promise, to always acknowledge, all those involved with
my quest to be the best in this cl-ss of audio phonics
and i guarantee, it’ll be me, p-ssenger seat of the v
when you cruising the streets, chasing for green
and i confess, i’ll always have a shoulder to rest
your head on, when things seem wrong in the mess
and i can see, if you ever test my ability
to kill a beat, then you gon’ learn a lesson indeed
cause ya’ll can’t stop ’em, he’s chart topping
politic, waves in a season, like when the top spit
flow with a twist, got a stroll with a limp
got hoes and i don’t pimp, if you ain’t know, i’m the sh-t

[chorus]

[politic:]
i’m captain hood n-gg-, specialize in giving b-tches good figures
play the cut, rolling up skunk, catching the hood picture
highly sought after, as a mack and a rapper
the one most cats don’t wanna lay they flow after
not your average, charasmatic rapper on a power trip
hollerin’ how i light up the block with icey cables
it’s a hood thing, not big wheels and wood grain
fresh timbs, jeans, fitted hats and on a hood lean
hood treat, braids with a hood sheet
fresh line, doo-rag, get a hood breeze
i’m a hood prototype, get dough and flow right
i bag hoes, fresh to the toe, that’s what i like

[chorus]

[politic:]
yo, i done been around the hood, since the hood been around
i vow never to talk, even during a trial
i pledge, i always hold n-gg-s walking the ledge
i swore, i never beef n-gg-s over no wh-r-
and i give my part, yo, i ain’t try’nna bag
i’m trynna show love, that most thugs, that smoke and rap
see, i done seen n-gg-s wind up in the coffin for leaking
corporate secrets, all acts of treason
losing they grip, loose lips, sink ships, that’s why
walk with a limp, play the cut, and flip
i don’t even act like the mack type, i just rap right
spit flow, get dough, pimp hoes, and that’s life
cause honey’s, they be hawking, but i don’t trip
i just, brush ’em off, and hop back in the whip
this for the wave caps, fresh timbs and gray’s hats
white tee’s, rolling up trees, hop in the hay sack

[chorus]

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