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[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 every know this is the hot spot
Welcome to my hood
Them boys will put you down on your knees
(Woop, woop) Thats 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, thats my confessions if
they put me in this benz
I got possession of a federal offence
Im talking pressure in my criminal intent
So wear ya vests and Im still gon stunt
Like it aint no tomorrow, f-ck ya house note n-gga
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 - Chorus]
[Plies]
I know some n-ggas from my hood that would rob Noriega
Im talkin Noriega, n-gga, the real Noriega
If you aint from the hood, bitch, than stop impersonating us
And tell congress when you see em bitch Im 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
Im talking strip clubs, Im talking liquor stores
We throw our money round here, but yall can
[T-Pain - Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Bitch Im on probation, so my nerves bad
And they say time flys, well mines 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
Bitch Im from the murder capital
Hoe, Im far from practical
Shit happens and since Im the shit, Im who it happens to
Young Money, Cash Money, blood bitch, Im red hot
I dont see nobody, see nobody 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 - Chorus]
