Welcome To My Hood Lyrics

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 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 Audemar, f-ck ya
house note n-gga
Blow that b---h on a bottle
The Ferrari just a front, got
the Lambo in the back
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hood that would rob Noreaga
I'm talkin ' Noreaga, n-gga, the real Noreaga
If you aint from the hood, b---
h, than stop impersonating us
And tell congress when you
see 'em I'm still in 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
a-s 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… b---h 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, sell 23, tell the
warden kiss my a-s Pockets on Monique
b---h I'm from the murder capital
Hoe, I'm far from practical s--t happens and since I 'm the s--t, I 'm who it happens to Young Money, Cash Money,
blood b---h, 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
Daddy sewn up, check the
thread count