Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Welcome to My Hood, artist - The Game. Date of issue: 10.06.2013
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 |