Welcome to My Hood - DJ Khaled feat T-Pain, Rick Ross, Plies, Lil Wayne

[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 Chevy's
24's so you know we roll heavy

Welcome to my hood
They outside playing hopscotch
And every 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
Diamond, look like they glowing
50 stacks, all singles, I make it look like its snowing
Black unmarked cars, gotta peep how they playin'
Treat 'em like jack boys, catch 'em slippin' then slay 'em
Lord forgive me for my sins, that's my confessions if they put me in this benz
I got possession of a federal offence
I'm talking pressure in my criminal intent
So wear ya vest's and I'm still gon' stunt
Like it ain't no tomorrow, f_ck ya house note n_gga
Blow that b_tch 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 - Chorus]

[Plies]
I know some n_ggas from my hood that would rob Norieaga
I'm talkin' Norieaga, n_gga, the real Norieaga
If you ain't from the hood, b_tch, than stop impersonating us
And tell congress when you see 'em b_tch 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 'em did they bit, 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 - Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
B_tch I'm on probation, so my nerves bad
And they say time fly's, well mine's first class
I landed in the sky, I fell from the streets
I talk a lot of sh_t and practice what I preach
Back from hell, cell 23, tell the warden kiss my ass
Pockets on Monique
B_tch I'm from the murder capital
Hoe, I'm far from practical
Sh_t happens and since I'm the sh_t, I'm who it happens to
Young Money, Cash Money, blood b_tch, I'm red hot
I don't see nobody, see nobody like a head shot
All that bullsh_t is for the birds, throw some bread out
Got it sewn up, check the thread count

[T-Pain - Chorus]

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