DJ Khaled - Welcome To My Hood (G-Mix) (feat. T-Pain, Young Jeezy, Rick Ross & Lil' Wayne) | Текст песни

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• Welcome To My Hood (G-Mix) (feat. T-Pain, Young Jeezy, Rick Ross & Lil' Wayne)

[T-Pain]
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

[Young Jeezy]
One in the hole, cause these niggas will test ya
Them indictments come round, that shit there, stress ya
FBI, GBI, either way they ain't playing
Nothin' stopping this money, guess that's all that I'm saying
2 milli in cash, that paper look like it standing
Even taller than me, that paper look like it's canon
Take them bricks out the bag, them bitches look like they pilin'
Stack them up on the dresser, bitches look like they smilin'
Then it's back to the soda, back to the yoda
All this white in this kitchen I got this bitch looking polar
Another 300 racks, that's in the safe in the closet
Got the pyrex at hand, going hard at the faucet

[T-Pain - Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
Audemar on my wrist
Diamond, look like they glowing
50 stacks, all singles, I make it look like it's 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

[T-Pain - Chorus]

[Lil' Wayne]
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 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 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

[T-Pain - Chorus]

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