STREET POLITICS 3 ft. Accosta the Man, D-RELL & Rodey Cali's Remedy Lyrics

I never clipped an enemy who didn't see it coming

Yeah started standing firm but he ended running

I never hit a club unless my get my gun in

Tell my bitch give me five minutes keep the car running

Im from a big city but a small section

Level three bullet proof vest will save you from a lesson

Understand I always set the table never second guessing

If you sitting at the other end this ya blessing

Level up on the math

Quick sabbatical

That's self gratitude now now they mad at you

Niggas was family but now they dead to me

Uncle fester just let em fester

We never fret peep the lecture

The texture

Of my compressor made her fuck me better

DaRucci Leather

And yankee brim you know the weather

Ahh

Straight out of Long Beach

Flossing in some floor seats

Shinning like some gold teeth

Sometime you gotta hold heat

Double tap on the mag if the shot lag

Rack it back and let this beretta fly like a quarter back

Used to stick up till my auntie said I'm on to that

I been stepping since my baby carriage hid my papa Mac

Living proof you really live it you'll be bullet proof

Taking shots at you but hood niggas never hit obstacles

Miss me wit that RA RA

Don't blame it on the ZAZA

Better call the doctor who hit ya bitch me tada

Moving like a mobster

Wit a plate of pasta

Had em wacked before he could even sample the lobster

This the lifestyle that we idolize

Swore a blood oath with ya homies to a vital lie

In the land of the blind you need an open eye

Never let ya third arm lead you to get circumcised

This is Harlem in the flesh

You need living proof

I am what it looks like when Q finally gets the juice

Straight out of Long Beach

Flossing in some floor seats

Shinning like some gold teeth

Sometime you gotta hold heat

Cali nigga repping the west

You not correct

Protect ya neck and chest

Invest for your head and flesh

No stress no mess