Welcome To My Hood
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DJ Khaled, Rick Ross, Plies, Lil Wayne, T-Pain
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(dark music)
- Yeah man, so we just out
here doing our thing today.
I see you, welcome to my hood.
Where them people riding
hard, you feel me?
I'm gon' get ready
to get up outta here.
- You ready?
- I'm ready baby.
- Let's go.
- All right homie I'm outta
here, we got some money to get.
(camera shutters)
(dark music)
(mumbles)
(dark music)
- No, well if you got the
clothes to pay for her rise
then I'm cool.
(camera shutters)
Hold up, I got 5-0 rolling
up, let me call you back.
(dark music)
(sirens)
(hip hop music)
- DJ Khaled.
Cash Money, Young
Money, we the best.
♪ Welcome to my hood. ♪
♪ Where the hood at? ♪
♪ Where the hood at? ♪
♪ YMCMB ♪
♪ 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 ♪
♪ Twenty-Four's so you
know we roll heavy. ♪
♪ Welcome to my hood. ♪
♪ They outside
playing hopscotch ♪
♪ And everybody know
this is the hotspot. ♪
♪ Welcome to my hood. ♪
♪ Them boys will put you
down on your knees. ♪
♪ Woop, woop, that's the sound
of the police in the hood. ♪
♪ Audemar on my wrist, diamonds
look like they glowing. ♪
♪ Fifty stacks, all singles, ♪
♪ I make it look
like it's snowing. ♪
♪ Black unmarked cars, gotta
peep how they playing. ♪
♪ Treat them like jack boys, ♪
♪ Catch them slipping
then slay them. ♪
♪ Lord forgive me for my
sins, that's my confession. ♪
♪ If they put me in this Benz, ♪
♪ I got possession of
a federal offense. ♪
♪ I'm talking pressure
in my criminal intent. ♪
♪ So wear your vests and
I'm still gon' stunt ♪
♪ Like it ain't no tomorrow. ♪
♪ Fuck your 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. ♪
♪ 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, ♪
♪ Twenty-Four's so you
know we roll heavy. ♪
♪ Welcome to my hood. ♪
♪ They outside
playing hopscotch ♪
♪ And everybody know
this is the hotspot. ♪
♪ Welcome to my hood. ♪
♪ Them boys will put you
down on your knees. ♪
♪ Woop, woop, that's the sound
of the police in the hood. ♪
♪ I know some nigga's
from my hood ♪
♪ That would rob Noriega. ♪
♪ I'm talking Noriega,
nigga, the real Noriega. ♪
♪ If you ain't from
the hood, bitch, ♪
♪ Then stop impersonating us ♪
♪ And tell congress when
you see them bitch ♪
♪ I'm stealing cable. ♪
♪ And leave the D-boys alone
'cause they motivate us. ♪
♪ And why is the half of
my whole hood on papers? ♪
♪ Some of them on house arrest,
some on that child support, ♪
♪ Some of them did they bid, ♪
♪ The other half waiting
to go to court. ♪
♪ Mr Landlord, we gon bust yo
ass for that 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 right,
yeah we talking cash money. ♪
♪ 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, ♪
♪ Twenty-Four's so you
know we roll heavy. ♪
♪ Welcome to my hood. ♪
♪ They outside
playing hopscotch ♪
♪ And everybody know
this is the hotspot. ♪
♪ Welcome to my hood. ♪
♪ Them boys will put you
down on your knees. ♪
♪ Woop, woop, that's the sound
of the police in the hood. ♪
♪ Bitch, I'm on probation,
so my nerves bad ♪
♪ And they say time flies,
but 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 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 happened to. ♪
♪ Young Money, Cash Money,
blood bitch, I'm red hot. ♪
♪ I don't see, nobody see,
nobody like a headshot. ♪
♪ All that bullshit is for the
birds, throw some bread out. ♪
♪ Got it sewn up, check
the thread count. ♪
♪ 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, ♪
♪ Twenty-Four's so you
know we roll heavy. ♪
♪ Welcome to my hood. ♪
♪ They outside
playing hopscotch ♪
♪ And everybody know
this is the hotspot. ♪
♪ Welcome to my hood. ♪
♪ Them boys will put you
down on your knees. ♪
♪ Woop, woop, I say fuck
the police in the hood. ♪
(bells chiming)
