Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Welcome To My Hood, artist - DJ Khaled. Album song We The Best Forever, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Welcome To My Hood |
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 |
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, 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 |
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 '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 |
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 shit and practice what I preach |
Back from hell, cell twenty three, 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 |