Welcome To My Hood lyrics

[Hook-T-Pain]

Welcome to my hood

(Where the hood at)

(Where the hood at)

Welcome to my hood

Everybody know everybody

And if I got it everybody got it

Welcome to my hood

Look at all these old school Chevys

24′s so you know we roll heavy

Welcome to my hood

They outside playing hopscotch

And everybody know this is the hot spot

Welcome to my hood

Them boys will put you down on your knees

(Woop, woop) That's the sound of the police

In my hood

[Rick Ross]

Audemar on my wrist

Diamonds, look like they glowing

50 stacks, all singles, I make it look like its snowing

Black unmarked cars, gotta peep how they playin'€™

Treat them like jack boys, catch €th˜em slipping€™ then slay th€˜em

Lord forgive me for my sins, that's my confessions

If they put me in this Benz I got possession of a

Federal offense. I'm talking pressure

In my criminal intent. So wear ya vests

And I'm still gon' stunt Like it ain't no tomorrow

Fuck ya house note nigga, Blow that bitch on a bottle

The Ferrari just a front, got the Lambo in the back

Tell you “we the best forever"€ DJ Khaled handle that

[T-Pain - Hook]

[Plies]

I know some niggas from my hood that would rob Noriega

I’m talkin’ Noriega, nigga, the real Noriega

If you ain't from the hood, bitch, than stop impersonating us

And tell congress when you see 'em bitch I'm stealin'€™ cable

And leave the D-Boys alone cause they motivate us

And why is the half of my whole hood on papers

Some are on house arrest, some are on child support

Some of them did they bid, the other half waiting to go to court

Mr. Landlord we gon bust your ass with an eviction note

Better have the police with you dog, if you came to repo

I'€™m talking strip clubs, I'€™m talking liquor stores

We throw our money round here, but y'€™all can

[T-Pain - Hook]

[Lil Wayne]

Bitch I’m on probation, so my nerves bad

And they say time flies, well mine’s first class

I landed in the sky, I fell from the streets

I talk a lot of shit and practice what I preach

Back from hell, cell 23, tell the warden kiss my ass

Pockets on Monique

Bitch I’m from the murder capital

Ho, I’m far from practical

Shit happens and since I’m the shit, I’m who it happens to

Young Money, Cash Money, blood bitch, I’m red hot

I don’t see nobody, see no body like a head shot

All that bullshit is for the birds, throw some bread out

Got it sewn up, check the thread count

[T-Pain - Hook]