DJ Khaled - Welcome To My Hood Lyrics
(feat. Rick Ross, Plies, Lil Wayne, T-Pain)[T-Pain]Welcome to my hood(Where the hood at)(Where the hood at)Welcome to my hoodEverybody know everybodyAnd if I got it everybody got itWelcome to my hoodLook at all these old school Chevy's24's so you know we roll heavyWelcome to my hoodThey outside playing hopscotchAnd every know this is the hot spotWelcome to my hoodThem boys will put you down on your knees(Woop, woop) That's the sound of the policeIn my hood[Rick Ross]Audemar on my wristDiamond, look like they glowing50 stacks, all singles, I make it look like its snowingBlack unmarked cars, gotta peep how they playin'Treat 'em like jack boys, catch 'em slippin' then slay 'emLord forgive me for my sins, that's my confessions if they put me in this benzI got possession of a federal offenceI'm talking pressure in my criminal intentSo wear ya vest's and I'm still gon' stuntLike it ain't no tomorrow, ***** ya house note niggaBlow that ***** on a bottleThe Ferrari just a front, got the Lambo in the backTell you "we the best forever" DJ Khaled handle that[T-Pain - Chorus][Plies]I know some niggas from my hood that would rob NorieagaI'm talkin' Norieaga, nigga, the real NorieagaIf you ain't from the hood, *****, than stop impersonating usAnd tell congress when you see 'em ***** I'm stealin' cableAnd leave the D-Boys alone 'cause they motivate usAnd why is the half of my whole hood on papersSome are on house arrest, some are on child supportSome of 'em did they bit, the other half waiting to go to courtMr Landlord we gon bust your ass with an eviction noteBetter have the police with you dog, if you came to repoI'm talking strip clubs, I'm talking liquor storesWe throw our money round here, but y'all can..[T-Pain - Chorus][Lil Wayne]***** I'm on probation, so my nerves badAnd they say time fly's, well mine's first classI landed in the sky, I fell from the streetsI talk a lot of shit and practice what I preachBack from hell, cell 23, tell the warden kiss my assPockets on Monique***** I'm from the murder capitalHoe, I'm far from practicalShit happens and since I'm the shit, I'm who it happens toYoung Money, Cash Money, blood *****, I'm red hotI don't see nobody, see nobody like a head shotAll that bullshit is for the birds, throw some bread outGot it sewn up, check the thread count[T-Pain - Chorus]