Artist: Buddha Monk f/ Politic Album: Zu-Chronicles, Vol. 2: Like Father Like Son Song: Raise Your Hands Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus: Politic] Im raise my hand for the people to see I'mma always love the hood, cuz the hood loves me Block to block, building to building, city to street I'mma always love the hood, cuz the hood loves me I, raise my hand for the people to see I'mma always love the hood, cuz 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 class of audio phonics And I guarantee, it'll be me, passenger 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 Cuz 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 shit [Chorus] [Politic] I'm Captain Hood nigga, specialize in giving bitches 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 niggas walking the ledge I swore, I never beef niggas over no whore 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 niggas 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 Cuz 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]