| [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 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 Norieaga | |
| I’m talkin’ Norieaga, n-gga, the real Norieaga | |
| If you aint 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 ‘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] | |
| Bitch 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 | |
| Bitch I’m from the murder capital | |
| Hoe, 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 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] |
| TPain | |
| 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 aint no tomorrow, fck ya house note ngga | |
| 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 | |
| TPain Chorus | |
| Plies | |
| I know some nggas from my hood that would rob Norieaga | |
| I' m talkin' Norieaga, ngga, the real Norieaga | |
| If you aint from the hood, bitch, than stop impersonating us | |
| And tell congress when you see ' em bitch I' m stealin' cable | |
| And leave the DBoys 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 | |
| TPain Chorus | |
| Lil Wayne | |
| Bitch 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 sht 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 | |
| Hoe, 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 nobody like a head shot | |
| All that bullshit is for the birds, throw some bread out | |
| Got it sewn up, check the thread count | |
| TPain Chorus |
| TPain | |
| 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 aint no tomorrow, fck ya house note ngga | |
| 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 | |
| TPain Chorus | |
| Plies | |
| I know some nggas from my hood that would rob Norieaga | |
| I' m talkin' Norieaga, ngga, the real Norieaga | |
| If you aint from the hood, bitch, than stop impersonating us | |
| And tell congress when you see ' em bitch I' m stealin' cable | |
| And leave the DBoys 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 | |
| TPain Chorus | |
| Lil Wayne | |
| Bitch 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 sht 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 | |
| Hoe, 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 nobody like a head shot | |
| All that bullshit is for the birds, throw some bread out | |
| Got it sewn up, check the thread count | |
| TPain Chorus |
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