M.o.p. - Welcome 2 Brooklyn lyrics

Slim Thugga, Muthaf**a! Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs Pop trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks Married to the hood me and Sunnywood way block n***as way my home, I'm an outside venterain Reppin' H-Town, smoking sippin' on some medicine That ain't nobody better than the boss when I flow It's Slim Thugga Muthaf**as, still breaking boys off Hmm, got plenty cheese, plenty carrots and you looking like some carrotrus And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is immatating us Shadied up, bradied up and I bet that trunk you bladed up Bet you still crawling on 4's, so they ain't fainting us In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the winer TV VCR lay back with'cha momma You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh Top off the drop still listen to Tomma Still, still wrecking boys off Hmm, candy painted with the lows you can hate but that's the way we ball Still wrecking boys off Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while he's in his judge talk Still wrecking boys off Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south Still wrecking boys off, boys off Sill wrecking boys off And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss Still wrecking boys off MIKE JONES! I still representing H-Town the city of the candy They see me with a lotta, huh, but they don't understand it They said they never see ya boy, how you gettin' this grind on? Hannavilly take ya piggy I gettin' my shine on I sold two million records now my paper on swoll Now the mayor of the city, top down when I roll H-Town, home of the candy paint Home of the 84's and 4's in the? Yeah, it's the city that's slowed, the city that's throwed The city where them boys get they candy painted lows The city where they build big k**a and stay blowed Hustlin' a** D-boys got the game sold Where they sip that drank (sip that drank) and drip that paint (drip that paint) And drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up) 6-10-I-10-59-45 in the belt This clutch city where we play what we dealt Welcome my H-Town Hmm, got plenty cheese, plenty carrots and you looking like some carrotrus And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is immatating us Shadied up, bradied up and I bet that trunk you bladed up Bet you still crawling on 4's, so they ain't fainting us In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the winer TV VCR lay back with'cha momma You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh Top off the drop still listen to Tomma This town's my home it's where I do my dirt Where the gangsta's? smoke water? we drank stains on the shirt We ride swangin' chop blazed just to break boys off From South Park to South West how we wave to that nouf I'm talking tenth wheel and Carvadale and Greens Point Two From Denport Harvard to West Airport all the way to Channelview We steady bangin' on this screw, it's choppin' like Kung-Fu Hit me on the 8-3-2, Paul Wall what it do Ha Nomtombout? Purple so muddy I can barely even drive A blow it down trees like a catter goin by Southside of H-Town that on the sunny side I walk these? all blind, nomtombout? Yung Redd, take ya out the future Stars imitate swear to God work the? Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you Come on the Big Hogg got some roof Mayne! Hmm, got plenty cheese, plenty carrots and you looking like some carrotrus And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is immatating us Shadied up, bradied up and I bet that trunk you bladed up Bet you still crawling on 4's, so they ain't fainting us In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the winer TV VCR lay back with'cha momma You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh Top off the drop still listen to Tomma [Lil Keke:] H-O to the U.S., T.O. till the end God bless me with the million dollar Benz See the grind money gangstas with the hand in the air That Sunnyside in South Park I was raised out there This is H-Town (H-Town), screwed up and slowed down It's all love homie, keep rolling up the whole pound Pull up in the monster just look at him hiding Don Ke hard of the south, slab riding H.O.U.S.T.O.N., T.E.X.A.S. We goin get it and come back with it until we take our last breath From the city where I steady on drop the top Z-Ro the Crooked, my ghetto a** is good at any hood, any block they got The white cup is for the codiene and the cigarello is for the gush If you want it we got it cause that's not a problem we don't push We used to be the dirty south, now we so dirty we sippy So homie you must be touching it, roll if you don't feel me (you don't feel me) Hmm, got plenty cheese, plenty carrots and you looking like some carrotrus And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is immatating us Shadied up, bradied up and I bet that trunk you bladed up Bet you still crawling on 4's, so they ain't fainting us In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the winer TV VCR lay back with'cha momma You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh Top off the drop still listen to Tomma Welcome to H-Town, this Third Ward talking Coming down the slab like the fo's crip walking Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah North and the south together we ball f** that, n***a it's a H-Town thang Let me see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne It's Boss Hogg Kyleon, Micked and Mike D The drank man daddy, you know where to find me State to state dawg, I got a jock and a kid Six back and out the drive away, dropping the weed Y'all know we do it big, like a... Got stackes full of cash where I keep the mnoey heated Fresh to def homie, how I came in the doe Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger or dro Put'cha H'es up, represent'cha city bro Counting money, iced out, like a million video Hmm, got plenty cheese, plenty carrots and you looking like some carrotrus And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is immatating us Shadied up, bradied up and I bet that trunk you bladed up Bet you still crawling on 4's, so they ain't fainting us In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the winer TV VCR lay back with'cha momma You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh Top off the drop still listen to Tomma Southwest put'cha dubs up, let's go! Now welcome to the place I love, place I was, raised to be a G It's striaght hanging the thugs, and my music slowin', throw my H'es up Southwest why I know the real dudes and move birdies I go to school early, baby blue moon jersey Riding around, southwest side of my towns Still Reppin' My Block, How Ya Liken Me Now It's from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alilee, black and west stack Paper together we stay deep it's all Cheyah! King Of The Streets and I'm rolling round, you still ridin fo's Boys better chill for this throw-away that they couldn't closed I ridin' slab but I'm tippin it like a platinum rose Soon as I make the doors presidential when they decide to close (real talk) They want the Don to tell the haters that I got it locked (got it locked) I shoot em up the west so whenever all the way to the top (dows up) I'm so hood it be the Truth, definition of me Ain't no way ya speakers bout the H, without mentioning me We the truth, n***a! Hmm, got plenty cheese, plenty carrots and you looking like some carrotrus And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is immatating us Shadied up, bradied up and I bet that trunk you bladed up Bet you still crawling on 4's, so they ain't fainting us In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the winer TV VCR lay back with'cha momma You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh Top off the drop still listen to Tomma Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah! Ayyo from H-Town, southwest stop drop and roll If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock n roll Braeswood, Woolfair, Clull creek, Spice Lane West Bellville, Fort Worth Airport, Sandpiper, stack change I'm so H-Town there's no dean in my blood And I'm a shout it out with the meanest of thugs And you ain't never gotta ask if there's lean in my cup I'm a triple O.G., S.U.C. n***a what Naw I can owe lot of chickens, not a miles away For the last fifteen years, I been reppin' my state I knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case Eight's over ice straight Prada of the H Southside, I never was so big socialize With Bun you can talk, I f** with the boss Like Thug and Prince Civy or Rome or Wrice This game a pie I want it all so give me a slice Hmm, got plenty cheese, plenty carrots and you looking like some carrotrus And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is immatating us Shadied up, bradied up and I bet that trunk you bladed up Bet you still crawling on 4's, so they ain't fainting us In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the winer TV VCR lay back with'cha momma You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh Top off the drop still listen to Tomma