(feat. Rick Ross, Plies, Lil Wayne, T-Pain)
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[T-Pain]
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Welcome to my hood
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(Where the hood at)
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(Where the hood at)
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Welcome to my hood
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Everybody know everybody
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And if I got it everybody got it
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Welcome to my hood
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Look at all these old school Chevy's
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24's so you know we roll heavy
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Welcome to my hood
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They outside playing hopscotch
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And every know this is the hot spot
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Welcome to my hood
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Them boys will put you down on your knees
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(Woop, woop) That's the sound of the police
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In my hood
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[Rick Ross]
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Audemar on my wrist
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Diamond, look like they glowing
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50 stacks, all singles, I make it look like its snowing
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Black unmarked cars, gotta peep how they playin'
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Treat 'em like jack boys, catch 'em slippin' then slay 'em
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Lord forgive me for my sins, that's my confessions if they put me in this benz
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I got possession of a federal offence
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I'm talking pressure in my criminal intent
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So wear ya vest's and I'm still gon' stunt
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Like it ain't no tomorrow, fuck ya house note nigga
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Blow that bitch on a bottle
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The Ferrari just a front, got the Lambo in the back
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Tell you "we the best forever" DJ Khaled handle that
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[T-Pain - Chorus]
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[Plies]
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I know some niggas from my hood that would rob Norieaga
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I'm talkin' Norieaga, nigga, the real Norieaga
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If you ain't from the hood, bitch, than stop impersonating us
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And tell congress when you see 'em bitch I'm stealin' cable
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And leave the D-Boys alone 'cause they motivate us
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And why is the half of my whole hood on papers
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Some are on house arrest, some are on child support
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Some of 'em did they bit, the other half waiting to go to court
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Mr Landlord we gon bust your ass with an eviction note
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Better have the police with you dog, if you came to repo
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I'm talking strip clubs, I'm talking liquor stores
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We throw our money round here, but y'all can..
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[T-Pain - Chorus]
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[Lil Wayne]
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Bitch I'm on probation, so my nerves bad
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And they say time fly's, well mine's first class
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I landed in the sky, I fell from the streets
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I talk a lot of shit and practice what I preach
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Back from hell, cell 23, tell the warden kiss my ass
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Pockets on Monique
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Bitch I'm from the murder capital
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Hoe, I'm far from practical
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Shit happens and since I'm the shit, I'm who it happens to
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Young Money, Cash Money, blood bitch, I'm red hot
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I don't see nobody, see nobody like a head shot
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All that bullshit is for the birds, throw some bread out
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Got it sewn up, check the thread count
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[T-Pain - Chorus]
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Welcome To My Hood
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| DJ Khaled |
