Birdman - Welcome to My Hood (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: DJ Khaled & T-Pain] I'm for real about this sh**, this the remix (welcome to my hood) let's go, remix, remix, remix (Where ya hood at, where ya hood at, where ya hood at) [Hook: T-Pain] Welcome to my hood Everybody know everybody and if I got it everybody got it, ugh Welcome to my hood Look at all these old school Chevys, 24′s so you know we roll heavy (YMCMB) Welcome to my hood Where they gettin fly like a G6, and everybody know this is the remix Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on yo knees (woop, woop) that's the sound of the police in my hood [Verse 1: Ludacris] Everybody on the corner with the work slangin & bangin in front of that liquor store Blowin money cause I live life fast with this bottle full of yak I'm a sip it slow Singles double when triple beams take over Now holla cause they Impalas got extreme makeovers Couches covered in plastic, babies all in the street now Wear the wrong color and catch a Rodney King beatdown Kids hit with switches, mamas is quotin' scriptures While Luda's getting head, more gums than baby pictures co*k my 40 Glock and my partna just bought a replica Now Asians sayin they don't keep no cash in they register (hurry up and buy) We run from red & blue lights to get that green But whoever got that white is winning like Charlie Sheen [Verse 2: T-Pain] Teddy pain, teddy pain, bad man, bad man Mixed shots, boom boom boom boom boom bang Man we the best never the less, you know we get it hot Fire flame flame, fire fire flame Put me on the track and I'm a really let a muthaf**a feel it, when I do it, how I do it, what I do If a n***a really wanna test (come and test), you can bet that I'm a eat em all day (f** food) 850 what I represent, Tallahome Florida president Me & DJ Khaled got these haters lookin hesitant So keep all that wackness out my ear, (phew phew) that's the sound of your career in my hood [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] I hope you n***as got your ringside seats, cause it's whoopa** season Comin to a hood near you, everybody know what happen when you see me comin (Back up!) I be hurdling & gotcha reguritating & murdering everything gun shots bah bah bah bah bah bah bah Ya'll know what it is, I'm coming to get it & others are blocking I'm runnin the hood and nothin can top it You can Google it and you can search it On how a n***a come and unlock it, impossible to stop it More fire, thunder, pain, I go and heed the villain, he's adrenaline poppin Need a medical situation because the way I'm f**in everything until I'm peepin it Why you tryna do what you already know that I'm the king with it And, you don't wanna come behind me with it bro Uggh, I k**ed this sh** I ain't gotta rhyme no more [Verse 4: Twista] Welcome to my hood where poor members of faculty backin me If you ever try attackin me, that could be when I eat em Especially when I beat em, when they see a bunch of k**as and hustlas on the side of me I'm an anomoly to em, put em on crutches We'll sock ya lip first for you touch us, he one that's kickin our brothas Much as I smoke the duchess and model chicks that cut us And muthaf**as that love us, their enemies wanna touch us I'm a spit a flow as if it was a sin, then the gangstas are restin forever See a solid 4, then I'm a put it on the fin Then you know to never test, it'll be a category F5 Handle military with automatic weapon so let's ride Love to the honeys, and everybody that runnin the north And they whole city from the westside [Verse 5: Mavado:] Welcome to the gully where we not take bad up Big Spliff in my hand and Hennessy in my cup You see the gal them we have up is like some angel adopt, them fat and grab up You hear me when you pa** the gate written at the entrance violate A straight d**h sentence to live you must be great To be a snake know repentance We coming at you with vengeance [Verse 6: DJ Khaled:] Never slippin', I'm ballin Puff keep on callin I don't see none of you pussies, f** that sh** you be talkin Rep Miami the ghettos (Dade County), every hood and the projects And when I drop off my singles, I'm droppin one of my targets Lord forgive me for my sins, I gave you hits I gave you “All I Do Is Win“, I live this sh** And, we the best, it's no pretend I touch a million, throwin hundreds in this b**h [Verse 7: Birdman:] Real real n***a numba 1, hustle fly with my son I come from uptown, G5 tommy gun Red flag everyday, hundred mil ready to spray Swagged out n***a, Bugatti with the paper plate Blowin on some good n***a, feelin good n***a Stunna island, Me & Khaled on the wood n***a You understand, shinin like I know we should Birdman YMCMB we good n***a [Verse 8: Ace Hood] *Broward!* Ace Hood in this b**h ho, kickin down in yo front door Knock knock, you hear the Glock co*k and that thing pop on the 4 4 Posted up in that same block, I'm in the drop top with that bank roll Young n***a, I'm out here Can't name a place I can't go Ridin round with my 50 grand And they wonder what do that safe hold Middle finga them feds and that's why I pledge a part of my G code And f** them prosecutors, hustla connoisseur It's we the best forever, make sure you spread the rumor b**h [Verse 9: Fat Joe:] Good coke, hard ride stashes in the bodyshop Only way to break them bricks down is karate chops n***as gettin left right in front of the marble precinct Leave em like them Jordans, red dot leakin I'm 15 when I first startin coppin pies You 46 just turnin blood, stop it 5 It's like the only way to make it is supplyin things Hoop dreams dunkin over cars, let the choir sing [Verse 10: Game:] It's that black raw, black dawg pullin up on that black home Compton that's my backyard, that's where I used to get them sacks off But, now I got platinum plaques in the back of the 'Bach And I'm back with Dre again, Aftermath We the best, Me & Khaled, Dre & Em Detox, RED, that's back to the back Step in the club with my hat to the back n***a I'm so hood even tho I'm livin good n***as still in VIP strapped with a gat Drop a couple stacks then it's back to the trap Couple hoes in the back, red wheels on the lac Red rum, if you try it n***as (Westside) throw it up now [Verse 11: Jadakiss:] They knockin packs off, they lettin gats off Medicate, benefit cards scratch off's Savin every dime, tryna choke a quarter And they ain't sellin crack, they sellin coke & water Smokin or ya snortin, they coppin all the Jordans Nothins more important, steal em if you can't afford em I'm gettin to the money, I need another comma Some of em love the drama, more than they love they mama [Verse 12: Bun B:] Welcome to the land of the trill, where everybody walkin with they hand on they steel And, a model is a supply & demand any will You went outta line with the wrong man then get k**ed When ya damned if you will & damned if you won't Lotta dudes sayin that they can but they don't Lotta boys sayin that they G's and they ain't Mess around, get laid down in the paint Better do what you say, and say what you do For I come around ya hood, broad day with the crew They got them fists, AR's, AK's and them twos And they will gladiate all day, what it do R.I.P. to the trillest that did it, to my G's on lockdown Stick with it, think I'm a stop reppin PAT, forget it [Verse 13: Waka Flocka Flame:] Welcome to Clayton county, my house got surrounded Enemies tryna drown me, but my hood still around me Rookie of the year, no freshman cover Shawty 16 years old, with 4 baby mothers First rapper ever to jump off the stage on BET And, since Pac go to Hollywood to keep it street First Woo to put T. Rodgers on the TV Everyday it's a party on Grove street [Outro: DJ Khaled - talking] ‘We The Best Forever', June 28th. It's gon' be a hot summer