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Street Poly
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Street Poly was released on February 25, 2018 by Eastern Conference as a part of the album Cage & Camu Are: Nighthawks
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Release DateFebruary 25, 2018
LabelEastern Conference
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM90

Credits

Lyrics

Keep the silver
Get your wife drunker ****, beat your children
How could y'all ever conceal them?
Black tech nine for next time I shoot now
Bullets pooped out, if you live, cops in the coup now
Fuck chasing Afghani, Irani, Iraqi
When I got all this Pataki cake to back me
With no needles, put the smack down, clappin' the heat
Fuck them Cali quicks, I put the crack in the street
It's like cops on a rampage, watch out for a loose cannons
Muscle with a badge, cop version of Bruce Banner
Bullet-proof vest, guns, clip to trip scanners
You all get stuck up, you fucked up, we use cannons
Protect them payrolls, so the business is right
Suitcases for the judge, givin' you thirty to life
We stay tucked, stay up at stakeouts, ready to ride
With young punks, you fucked up. Yo, fuck up his life
Streets politics to pave the way, save the day
The white in the house (G-Dub!) pays to play
Erase the day, the A to K, the way the spray
See the shit blows, it's mainly yay'
Streets politics to pave the way, save the day
The "H" and the guns play, the blades at bay
The haze in May, the A the K, the way of the spray
You see this shit blows, it's mainly yay'
Bad boys, whatchu gonna do, who you gonna sue?
We get suspended with pay
All times, protected witness, feed 'em with treys
All night, heat-seekers, throw pages grenades
Drive-bys, you lose when you said it was games
On a random drug bust, cover-ups is where
Terrorists get their tummy's plugged
Drug dealers use them sickles, leave 'em honeys cut
Get your cut up cousin, and get them gats up
You lookin' to streets poly to keep calmly
'Cause you funny motherfuckas gonna die from my heat follie
Two pounds of molly, and the key to your shit
Smokin' like the hole the manmade media hit
From the cannon that fell from the heavens to my hands and
Told me to keep blasting 'til I'm the last standing
Ask Brandon, the captain of my precinct
Buried with no face just to spite how we think
Streets politics to pave the way, save the day
The white in the house (G-Dub!) pays to play
Erase the day, the A to K, the way the spray
See the shit blows, it's mainly yay'
Streets politics to pave the way, save the day
The "H" and the guns play, the blades at bay
The haze in May, the A the K, the way of the spray
You see this shit blows, it's mainly yay'
Away from walking the beat to talking with heat
And keepin' mothafuckas up till I force 'em to sleep, peace!
With so much dough in the U.S. my Glocks do duets
Got you stuffin' your bullet holes with sucres
New vest, new Benz, new tainted friends, my game
Is ends, clap for your performance, I ain't say revenge
I aimed that them, high in the seat, left them low
On the side of the street, cold world, ridin' with heat
Flatfoot on the beat, no heat, you need to shut up
We slang handcuffs tight, leavin' them wrists cut up
Hoes, give me some cut-up, I need to relax
Don't call it in, it's a come up, we beat him for crack!
And it's easy as that, no taps, and no bugs
No warnings at the D.A.'s officers, no love
Heathens'll creep up, leaving them bodies to clean up
Wet 'em with shotties, and watch their bodies steam up
Streets politics to pave the way, save the day
The white in the house (G-Dub!) pays to play
Erase the day, the A to K, the way the spray
See the shit blows, it's mainly yay'
Streets politics to pave the way, save the day
The "H" and the guns play, the blades at bay
The haze in May, the A the K, the way of the spray
You see this shit blows, it's mainly yay'
Written by: Cage, Camu Tao
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