Poli With The Villains
| Title | Poli With The Villains |
|---|---|
| Artist | AZ |
| Album | Legendary |
| Release Date | 2009-06-02 |
| Description | In this track @RealAZ is divulging a hip-hop history lesson while concurrently proclaiming his predilection to stay true to his roots, real as they come. The track title could refer to a multitude of things, but most likely the villains of the record industry and the artists that were corrupted by the fame. |
| Lyrics | Hook This ain’t radio-ready this is mixtape heavy For them hip-hop heads, every dose is real deadly Bodies in the buildin’, everybody’s catchin’ feelins But I don’t give a fuck I’m tryna poli with the villains Verse 1 East coast, west coast Both is the best coast Beatin’ on some pussy you can hear it through the bedpost Beef and it’s a bullet or you get both of your legs broke Let’s smoke My shit’ll make a nigga chest choke Yes, yo, everybody screamin’ me and Esco Like me and him together, we can form the next Death Row Fresh flow, got this, I ain’t tryna let go Props shit, and I’ma hit a nigga with a TEC blow Hot Cris, get mad respect through the Metro Toxic, stir it up, like the Doug E. Fresh show Wop it, smurf if a nigga got a dope beat Hock spit on any nigga earth if he owe me Y’all niggas know me Ya dig? Verse 2 Live nigga, eye a nigga back on fire Fresh off the ave, niggas eyein’ my attire Feet up on the dash like it ain’t no nigga flyer Dub-sack buyer, I’m a out-of-state supplier SIRE: That’s what they call a nigga now Go inquire, hear how I shut niggas down Mariah: Be glad Nick Cannon put the cuffs on It’s sad, I was that close, we coulda got our fuck on Chucks on, bad boy, tryna get my puff on Puffin’ on some purple cuz a muthafucka luck gone Roll by, fuck a fist, catch me on the doe side Ghost ride ever since my man Money Mo died Broca, Julio Igles for the cho-cha Sosa, elite status, call me the most high ‘Fo y’all muthafuckas die Verse 3 Whips got copped, a nigga wrist got rocked ‘Round the same time ‘Face first shit dropped The Snoop shit came, started dissin’ Luke name Then Biggie shit blew, what a nigga gonna do? The Illmatic dropped, nigga got a slot Three months later, nigga sittin’ on top Sugar Hill rocked then the whole shit flopped Thank God I could bob, duck, weave and I box Real nigga shit, spittin’ “Why’s a nigga rich?” Got pride, keep cash, so y’all crabs suck dick You might also likeThat’s it What else? It ain’t no mo’ |